est. 1993
[24-8-14: “A little bit of make-up never hurt nobody..]
   One of the first tested shots from my mini “photoshoot” and awkwardly posing is my thing. I never know how my arms or face will look and I hate when they show my chubby/thickness. My arms has always been a problem area since young and since I’ve gotten hips. Some of these photos help me look at myself and feel okay with who I am and how my body always changes. So I’ll proudly say, I’ll never have SKINNY ARMS and I’m okay with that. But I hate fat arms and I’m working on that, too. 

And of course, why not revert back to black and white photos for you guys!

[24-8-14: “A little bit of make-up never hurt nobody..]
One of the first tested shots from my mini “photoshoot” and awkwardly posing is my thing. I never know how my arms or face will look and I hate when they show my chubby/thickness. My arms has always been a problem area since young and since I’ve gotten hips. Some of these photos help me look at myself and feel okay with who I am and how my body always changes. So I’ll proudly say, I’ll never have SKINNY ARMS and I’m okay with that. But I hate fat arms and I’m working on that, too.

And of course, why not revert back to black and white photos for you guys!

uvza:

"Lifted forreal!"
The High Line Park NYC [09-6-14]: Whenever a self-portrait is taken of an individual, there’s always a story being told. It’s either said by the eyes, the lips, and/or the overall body posture of that person. I’m trying to change/switch up the ways I take pictures and also by the ways I edit them. And as a primary example… HERE YA GO GUYS! :-)

uvza:

"Lifted forreal!"

The High Line Park NYC [09-6-14]: Whenever a self-portrait is taken of an individual, there’s always a story being told. It’s either said by the eyes, the lips, and/or the overall body posture of that person. I’m trying to change/switch up the ways I take pictures and also by the ways I edit them. And as a primary example… HERE YA GO GUYS! :-)

always

I’m not gonna even hold you guys up.. but i’ll answer all messages privately. the only words of communications would be of my own on this page….

   peace and love

Ye (Geminis’), lowkey teaching me thangs..

i had a dream about Kanye last night; and trust me, it wasn’t anything freaky. this man spoke to me.

i guess the dream had some significance to Geminis; meanwhile there’s been a handful of Geminis entering my life, teaching me a lot of things. of course, none of them are intentional or planned but they hold reasons and pieces of the newly character i’m becoming. the dream took place in paris, on the wedding day of his and kim (weird, i know but bare with me). there were parts in the dream that showed me things I’ve been trying to ignore within myself. there was a rotating mirror, that stopped once you accepted how beautiful you looked and kept spinning when you (feelings inside) couldn’t accept the mere sight of you as an individual (your face, hair, skin, body, and all things you wanting to change but can’t and now not knowing how to accept them). there was a “special” guest section (don’t really know why i was there lol) and a secret back way. where whenever I entered the house or should i say palace, the setting of the backward wedding would change (sittings and such). whereas, being right in the front row at first and then being  pushed all the way to the back happened randomly. for some odd reason, whenever i did enter the house, i was never able to speak to Kanye directly but only to this one guy (I’m guessing his right hand/go-to man). we’d would always be in the same room, making sudden eye contact but never exchanging words…

*At this point, I wish I could go into more details of the dream but the way my body is resisting the pure memory of it all is baffling me…*

4:18am

Writing my dear life away.
The only way I could express my sins and desires for a man that I admire.
This is not a poem.
Just words properly placed in a rhythmic manner.
Maybe I should masterbate
Or get a little higher off of life
And call him to curse him out of spite.
This is not a poem.
I just needed and wanted to write.
(uvza.)