(Sorry, kids, about the spoil alert.)
This year I want nothing but peace and comfort for Syrian refugees. I’ve just about had it with all these stories of horror. Are you tired, too? Or is your heart made of stone? I can’t stand how we helplessly watch so much human suffering and do nothing about. How can we help? I mean, who do you even ask for help? Nope, your god can’t save them either. Borders are stupid, people. Our earth is massive; why be so greedy? There’s room for all.
So, keep your presents, Santa. What we need here on Earth is PEACE and love. Yes, a lot of that. Good luck to us all.
A very saddened, fed-up human.
Little Miss Perfect
Sitting at the train stop
Red Nike high tops
Listening to hip-hop.
While we were waiting
Before I got her name
Along came a train;
Next stop, Brooklyn.
I’m like a bird…
Music and doodling are two of my favorite things. They belong together.
To feel your flame fanning my feet. It’s these little moments for which I live. As long as I can do this, it is not so bad that the pages of my calendar have turned to October and the marble floors are a frozen sea. As long as I can do this, let that inevitable cycle go on again and again.
‘Long as I can turn on the heat.
Staring into a volcano; getting lost in my thoughts, wishing it didn’t burn to feel you so close. Like the rain, you make me find words in my head very deep. Our chemistry helps me breathe. Here, nothing matters. My Raynaud’s is forgotten. Just as pumpkin-cinnamon-apple-spice is a cliché, you are worth the repeat.
But I’ll run away. Unfortunately, sometimes, I’ll leave. Nothing’s perfect, you see. Though the moment equals infinity, your flame is short-lived. Promises should be eternal. I’ll be searching for the conditional warmth that your current brings across other unconditional seas.
Por favor, nunca se avergüencen de sus tradiciones.
“Never be ashamed of your traditions/roots.”
That was one of Pope Francis’ messages [on immigration] today — one of the many about-time-affirmations he’s made on behalf of the Catholic church.
The main roads and bridges are shut down in Philadelphia due to the Papal visit; I can’t go too far on this Saturday night. I turned on the TV and every channel seemed to be broadcasting the event. People, my mom included, are very excited about the Pope coming to town. So, in the end, I ended up joining the hype.
The funny thing is that, in case you didn’t know, I’m not a religious person at all, even though I was raised Catholic. But, that doesn’t mean I can’t identify a good Samaritan when I see one!
After following random bits of news about the Pope for a while, and watching him today, I can say that Papa Francisco sounds like a hell of a liberal (which I identify with), a realist, and an influential powerful individual. An incredibly passionate advocate of human rights, for sure, and, may I say a funny man?! I really like people who use their power to change the world in a positive way, so I felt inspired to sketch him today.
It won’t change the way I feel about religion, but it truly is nice to see. This world needs more of that, more goodness.
I don’t understand weddings, but I understand love. Congratulations to all of you celebrating an engagement, wedding, or anniversary! May the spark never die. 🙂
Inspired by a moment of bliss: my brother’s happiness.
(Made with Adobe Shape — what do you think? )
As much as I wish time stood still sometimes, it is good news when I make it to another September. Even if it means summer — my favorite season — will start winding down soon.
Some of the most beautiful things begin to happen in September, too. The whole town blows up in flames; shades of orange, yellow, green, brown, and red paint the streets with the beautiful color of autumn’s maple leaves.
If you were born in September, there’s a chance you are magic.
I only hated school twice in my life: the last year of high school and my last year(s) of college — both being absolute chronic cases of senioritis (self-diagnosed). Other than that, I was the nerd who couldn’t wait to put her new pencil to use. That might explain why I wasn’t appointed the cool girl in town. Past tense, okay? But in the end, it worked out just fine for me.
The race to be the coolest kid is still a thing, I believe, so I have some back-to-school words of advice for those who feel the pressure: School isn’t a kewwl contest but a learning center! Smart is the new cool, anyway. 😎
By the way, congratulations, parents, on getting back your freedom! So I hear…
Any cool school stories?