photodiary | joshua tree

posted on: Monday, December 9, 2013


don't make me sad, don't make me cry. sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough, i don't know why. keep making me laugh, let's go get high. the road is long, we carry on try to have fun in the meantime. lana del rey | born to die

photo diary: this city was once a dream.

posted on: Monday, September 30, 2013



distance makes the heart grow fonder and it is always during this time of the year that my heart starts to brim with desires for that once familiar. this fall marks my seventh year in this city; i can't believe it was all just once a dream. i was twenty years old when i set on this journey in hopes of paving a life that resonated with my soul. i lusted for moments with substance and craved the excitement and fear of uncertainties. los angeles have challenged me in ways that have me strong and made me love in ways that have made me weak; my moments of struggles and accomplishments have all been written here. and even though i am far from what i once was, i feel i am not yet what i am going to be.

free people loves la

posted on: Sunday, September 8, 2013



i spent a whole month trying to find all the right words to paint this night only to realize that some moments in life are just too beautiful for words. so with that I leave you this video and these photos; each containing a thousands words of their own.

photo diary: barefoot earth child.

posted on: Friday, August 2, 2013

although the opportunity for long distance travel rarely arise, summer has been full. every morning i am awoken by any small presence of the sun. i spend most days embarking on adventures not of my own but through the words that has been left behind. when i do have the chance to fulfill my wanderlust, i gravitate towards the mountains in search of more treasured moments while eating too much sweet summer strawberries. i climbed many trees, dipped my feet into a lake and built warm fires into the night this summer. but most importantly, i unplugged myself from the virtual world we created and plugged myself into a world created for us.

photo diary: the lonely traveler.

posted on: Wednesday, July 31, 2013

for the third weekend in a row we headed west on the 126, passing through these familiar valleys we've come to love. we often imagine our lives in the near future on this freeway, talking about all the animals we would own and mentally solidifying imageries to a life that is to become only ours. somewhere in between the peaks of santa paula and the adjacent citrus farm we came to terms with the fact that we lust a modify white picket fence life fill with everything magical. he'll spend time here and i'll grow old with content here. together we'll learn how speak the universal language that will make us capable of speaking to the moon and listening with our hearts. but first, we need to learn how to speak the language of the souls because without that knowledge, everything else wouldn't make any sense. until then i'll continue to learn from passing strangers and these marvelous places, as i continue this journey on the road that has lead me here..

photo diary: i still dream about you.

posted on: Monday, June 10, 2013


on some days i just want to live wild & free and run in the direction of the sun. entrusting that  my heart will guide me to where i needed to be at all the right moments i ascended towards the warmth. that eventually lead to a place so quiet that i could almost hear my thoughts through the vibrations of the passing wind as it carried all of my secrets away with promises of never telling a soul.

reblogged ♡: empty roads and broken bottles - in search for the great perhaps.

posted on: Sunday, June 2, 2013


"I'm messy and I'm organized and I'm still trying to piece my own self together. I can't sleep at night because how could I close my eyes when there's a whole world out there, calling my name, waiting to be explored. I love intelligent conversations while laying on empty streets at 5am in the morning, and I love watching the sun rise over a world that is still asleep. I make mistakes and I mess up a lot, but I'm trying to learn how to be okay with that. Some days I couldn't care less about what all of you think about my art because this is my life and all I have. But then there are days when all I want is to be beautiful and good enough and someone to count on. Someone to like and love and believe in. I just really want to mean something to someone. I believe in the future, for I have seen yesterday, and I'm still alive. I laugh a lot and I believe in the beauty in small things, like the coffee in the morning with someone you love, road-trips to nowhere and oceans. I love people who are curious and careless, because I want to be curious and careless and even though I'm mostly guarded, mostly shy, what I really want is to hug every single person I meet and ask them a thousand questions about their definition of a life lived well and if they've ever been in love and how they could go on when that love disappeared, because I am struggling. People fascinate me because I can't seem to understand them, and they rarely understand me. The way they can live and breathe and simply be, when I can't even look myself in the mirror without questioning every line. I remember every single word from conversations and I have a whole box of unsent letters to myself and every person I've ever met.

photo diary: joshua tree

posted on: Friday, April 5, 2013

photo diary: letter to camden.

posted on: Monday, March 11, 2013


the sun is hovering bright today yet the clouds rarely allowed the rays to pass through. whenever it does, the warmth of the sun softly braces your mother's belly as you try to comprehend the sudden change in temperature and you twist and turn, still learning the difference between comfort and pain. we photographed your presence and tried to imagine what you'll look like. we placed our ears and rested our hands on to the one thing that separates the touch of your skin from ours. but not for long. soon, you will breathe the same air we do as you begin to open your curious eyes and pure heart. your imagination will run with no constraints. unbounded, wild, free. you will live in every moment because you know of no other. time then feels infinite. your constant curiosity will spread like wildflowers. these are the gifts we were all given upon life. cherish them & i can't wait to meet you. love you. love, your only aunt that will always encourage you to walk barefoot in the meadows.

reblogged ♡: places you've only dreamt of ...

posted on: Friday, February 1, 2013

"To those who consider me an idiot for not attending university, who stick up their noses at me with the assumption that I must be less intelligent sans a degree, let me tell you something: I consciously chose not to attend university, because I didn't want to. You think that's a lame excuse? People expect you to attend university, people expect you to lust for paychecks, to crave the competitiveness of the cooperate world, of being noticed, successful, respected because of the degrees you have framed on your walls, the money you have in the bank, the car you drive, the house you live in, the clothes you wear. People expected this of me, but I didn't want any of those things, so I said "no."

I said "no," because I know myself, the way in which knowledge blossoms within me, and I have never needed the straight-jacket of schools to flourish. I am fascinated by things which cannot be contained to a room. Where do you think knowledge comes from, before it is brought into the classroom? From the world outside the school. Why not seek knowledge at its root, where it stems and grows, before it is cut and pruned into spoon-fed curriculum?

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