Good day so far. 😏🍻 (at Fredericksburg Fairgrounds)

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my mom is mad at me bc i skipped church to do a 5k but really i skipped church to go to a hard cider festival

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*gets absolutely nothing done* well time for a break

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I'm sorry to hear about your loss but that paragraph was so beautifully written. The details made me feel like I was there, tell me you're a writer.


omg, thank you. I’ve always enjoyed writing, I just never have the motivation to finish anything I start.

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Every once in a while, it hits me how much I miss El Salvador. Not long ago, I was smacked in the face with a gust of wind that carried a familiar smell. I realized it was the smell of a tree that my Abuelo planted next to our house in El Salvador. It was very strange because that tree doesn’t grow around here but the smell was so real. Incredible memories began rushing into my head.

Suddenly, I saw myself swinging in la hamaca in our back yard, eating a mango that fell from our tree. Listening to the birds in the trees, the chickens in the streets. I could hear my Abuelo sawing away at some wood near the fence. The humid air filled my lungs. The calming breeze flowed through my hair. The kids from the house next door were yelling about the gecko they found while their mom was telling Doña Blanca los chismes del dia. The stray dogs were barking in the street. La iglesia behind our house had a sermon about to start and I could hear the congregation happily singing un himno loudly. The ground was still wet from the afternoon rain shower that rolled in earlier. There was so much green around me. So much beautiful scenery. I instantly felt relaxed. I felt happy.

And then I came back to reality. I was reminded that I’m not in El Salvador, I’m in Virginia. I was reminded that my Abuelo isn’t alive anymore. He’s not busy sawing, hoping to finally fix the room next door. I was reminded that even if I were to go back and visit again soon, he won’t be there. He’s gone. Forever.

It will soon be ten months since he passed away and it’s still hard to process. It’s so easy to forget that he’s gone. I’m not sure I can handle going back and him not being there. It just won’t be the same. And, of course, I still have the rest of my family there, but my Abuelo means so much to me and I’m never going to see him again.

It just hurts, man.


La Concha es un pan dulce originario de México consiste en un pan tipo bizcocho con una cubierta de manteca o mantequilla con azúcar la cual se cuece con el pan y le da una cubierta crocante muy dulce. Normalmente la cubierta se ralla en cuadritos y se saboriza con chocolate o vainilla. Se les suele acompañar de bebidas de chocolate como el Champurrado o un atole.

I wanna beeee where the conchas areee.

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i don’t care if it’s a only a joke, please don’t make comments about how someone’s choice of field of study isn’t going to take them anywhere because it can be a great source of stress and your joke won’t help.

especially in the arts.  We’re under enough stress as it is

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My puppy was making friends when we were stuck in traffic.

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Jake Gyllenhaal, photographed by Pari Dukovic for Variety, Sep 2, 2014.

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showcasing my personal favorite tbh II preorder

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