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September 13, 2014 at 4:01pm
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So Happy I Could Die. @roguequeen13 and @bloodqueen13 surprised me with as trip to Orlando!! HARRY POTTER HERE I COME. #birthdaygift #bffs #harrypotter #wizardingworld #23 #gonnagetTURNDOWNFORWHAT

So Happy I Could Die. @roguequeen13 and @bloodqueen13 surprised me with as trip to Orlando!! HARRY POTTER HERE I COME. #birthdaygift #bffs #harrypotter #wizardingworld #23 #gonnagetTURNDOWNFORWHAT

September 11, 2014 at 5:01pm
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Reblogged from teregalolalluvia
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letalexis:

Untitled. By me, Alexis Ruiseco. 


In response to a very emotionally driven discourse, I reflect on the time when I once felt more free than ever before in my life. A moment in time that stretched beyond my present thoughts that fantasized of a future with no unwanted attachments. We are eternally broken. Something in me, in Üs, feels disconnected. I feel so vastly detached from the mind of the person I once was. Stuck, deep in-between, two buildings that reject the wind and drown the song. There was so much innocence instilled in me and the loss of that frankly terrifies, rattles, and disturbs my foundation. In many ways, I feel orphaned.    However, I turn to creation. The creation of myself and my creators, the validation of my relationships with my families, my belief and worship of a life worth living, and my own creations; my art, my soul, my response to the world. Like this photograph, the warrior spirit, once a staple, feels fleeting. But I will always remember the light that grounds me to that safe bed of a past space that is now a memory. That memory propels me forward. My reach will obtain utopia again and again. When you’re lonely, I’m lonely too. This object rescues me from the otherness that projects so strongly, like blinding flashes of white. I know that they only last for a moment. Pain that quickly subsides and enforces that everything happens for a reason. Once passed, I like to think of the new armor that I carry, created in a moment of desperation, a weightless fixture I can share with my souls surroundings and its mates, the light resonates as something beneficial. Granting me the medium and soundness to lengthen creation. "All I ask is that whatever benevolent force is behind the sun and the wind and the song, that it grant me the medium by which to tell our story." -Joyce Alayon

teregalolalluvia:

letalexis:

Untitled. By me, Alexis Ruiseco.Β 

In response to a very emotionally driven discourse, I reflect on the time when I once felt more free than ever before in my life. A moment in time that stretched beyond my present thoughts that fantasized of a future with no unwanted attachments. We are eternally broken. Something in me, in Üs, feels disconnected. I feel so vastly detached from the mind of the person I once was. Stuck, deep in-between, two buildings that reject the wind and drown the song. There was so much innocence instilled in me and the loss of that frankly terrifies, rattles, and disturbs my foundation. In many ways, I feel orphaned.
However, I turn to creation. The creation of myself and my creators, the validation of my relationships with my families, my belief and worship of a life worth living, and my own creations; my art, my soul, my response to the world. Like this photograph, the warrior spirit, once a staple, feels fleeting. But I will always remember the light that grounds me to that safe bed of a past space that is now a memory. That memory propels me forward. My reach will obtain utopia again and again. When you’re lonely, I’m lonely too. This object rescues me from the otherness that projects so strongly, like blinding flashes of white. I know that they only last for a moment. Pain that quickly subsides and enforces that everything happens for a reason. Once passed, I like to think of the new armor that I carry, created in a moment of desperation, a weightless fixture I can share with my souls surroundings and its mates, the light resonates as something beneficial. Granting me the medium and soundness to lengthen creation.

"All I ask is that whatever benevolent force is behind the sun and the wind and the song, that it grant me the medium by which to tell our story." -Joyce Alayon

12:54pm
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@roguequeen13 @bloodqueen13 lounging at the zoo πŸ’πŸ―πŸ¨πŸ—πŸ˜πŸ‘πŸ΄

@roguequeen13 @bloodqueen13 lounging at the zoo πŸ’πŸ―πŸ¨πŸ—πŸ˜πŸ‘πŸ΄

12:10am
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@roguequeen13 @bloodqueen13 Shots shots shots, TURN DOWN FOR WHAT

12:06am
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#picstitch @roguequeen13 Best Friend’s birthday. β€οΈπŸ’šπŸ’œπŸ’™πŸ’›πŸ’•πŸ’“πŸ’–πŸ’žπŸ’˜πŸ’”πŸ’—πŸ’šπŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹

#picstitch @roguequeen13 Best Friend’s birthday. β€οΈπŸ’šπŸ’œπŸ’™πŸ’›πŸ’•πŸ’“πŸ’–πŸ’žπŸ’˜πŸ’”πŸ’—πŸ’šπŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹πŸ’‹

September 10, 2014 at 11:57pm
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@roguequeen13 Birthday girl. πŸ’‹β€οΈ

@roguequeen13 Birthday girl. πŸ’‹β€οΈ

3:25am
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A Pink Floyd Love Story

Three glasses of wine and I still can’t get you off of my mind.

You impaled every single one of my senses,

I saw you, time stopped

I felt you, time began again

I left you, time stopped mattering

I live in a cloudy stupor and you run through my head like a dream

I pick up the pieces as they come to me

Hazy and unannounced

You hit me hard in the middle of the night

Crazy and unannounced

I lose my mind and cry

Every night.

Every night.

I miss you

Every goddamn night.

And I curse you

For possessing me

Body and soul

Really, I should’ve known

That you’d leave me in tiny little bits

Without even so much as a blink

How I wish,

How I wish You Were Here.

My Crazy Diamond/

3:21am
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Brilliance manifested

In a set of brown orbs

Rings of rusty orange,

Like rings of truth

That will tell lies too beautiful to oppose

I thought I’d seen it all

And then I saw you

Strumming at a guitar

As if you were strumming at my heartstrings.

3:17am
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OUR STORY

Time and time again, people have made it their mission to leave traces of their existence. It’s as if the human spirit cannot exist without an innate need to inscribe, instill, and solidify itself. From carvings, to sculptures, to the first photograph, to the world’s greatest novels and films – we have all embarked on this endeavor, simultaneously and without question. Think of the first form of life with the knowledge and comprehension that it will one day cease to exist. Think of what desperate desire brew inside of this first soul, growing and unyielding and spreading itself until the desire became an indispensable need. This is what marks the beginning of human kind. The first story, and the last, will be all that we give the Earth.

So, I begin with my solidification of this innermost desperate desire – no, need – to translate all that is sacred in my life. My story begins not with myself, but with pieces and fragments of myself.

My story begins and ends

With Us.

3:15am
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It takes getting everything you’ve ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

There was this girl who was like the ocean; constantly receding but finding her way back again. The shoreline beckoned her, called her name – but the sand was dangerous. It seeped through her waves like moments in life: fleeting and temporary. The sand had poisoned her, programmed little indispensable grains all throughout her. And this story isn’t about the ocean at all – it’s about the girl and every grain of sand she couldn’t shake off. She’d fallen into the same trap again.