• Writing

    young love

    The first time I fell in love was in second grade. A new boy joined our class, he was half mexican and I remember sitting behind him on the carpet as my homeroom teacher read us a book, looking at the back of his head, and thinking “I love this boy.” I must have been six or seven years old. Love to me was Troy and Gabriella dancing in the rain, it was Cinderella and Prince Charming´s “So This is Love”. Love was my grandparents and their forever kind of marriage, it was my parents who weren´t married but had two children and a house and kissed each other. Love…

  • Moodboards,  Writing

    Peachy Haze: a moodboard, a story

    “To have her is to have the stars” “Maybe this is how it was supposed to happen.” He sits, looking at her, watching her as if it was their last moment together. Maybe it was. She shakes her head and smiles at her words, blonde tendrils of hair bouncing slightly. The bell on the door chimes as a customer enters the dim room. Neither of them turn to see who it is. (They wouldn’t have known him either way, they’d never even noticed this diner before tonight.) She takes a sip of her peach lemonade, the drink the color of pink honey, the color of her eyes the moment right…