Across The Sea

There's a light in the middle of the ocean. I see it every night on my way to bed. It blinks once, then twice and stays on for a few seconds and back into the darkness it hides. It repeats this notion all throughout the night. I could stay looking at it, wondering where this light shines from. When the morning sun appears, the source of the light is nowhere to be seen. Sometimes it feels as though I'm the only one that sees the light. As if I'm the only one that understands it. I wish to swim towards it sometimes, be able to catch up to it.

Mi Navidad

Mi Navidad no es una blanca y fria
Mi Navidad es una llena de ternura y brisas del mar
Es una sin tener que preocuparme de "layers"
los unico "layers" son dos, mi traje de baño y la camisa que va encima.
Mi Navidad empieza despues de Halloween
y acaba despues de Las Calles a mediado de enero
Mi Navidad le dice hola a "Santa"
y poco despues a mis queridos tres reyes magos
Me siento perdida en esta tierra enropada de nieve
no reconozco mi querida Navidad.

My Time Part 2

Today I made my words turn to action. Today I woke up at 8 am and for the first time ever I was a morning person. I woke up with more energy than I ever had knowing that by the end of the day a change would happen. As I walked in what was a beautiful fall morning in Ohio to go vote for my first time I was consumed by a feeling I can't even begin to explain. I was not just voting for myself, but for my entire family back at home in Puerto Rico whose voice is silenced as they cannot vote for the president. As I cast my ballot into the machine a guy next to me asked if it was my first time voting. Full of joy I said yes and he said he could tell and was glad to see someone so excited to be voting. Today my words became action. Today I became a force.

My Time

This is my time. I've had a lot of time to think about this presidential election cycle. I've seen hundreds of videos, read far too many news publications both online and physically, and tomorrow I get to make my decision, although in my mind I have my heart set on who I'm voting for. I know who I side with and whose presidency will alter my life for the better. But that's not what's going through my mind right now. At the moment I have the same imagine playing over and over again in my mind. It's the first time I can remember going to a polling center with my parents back at home in Puerto Rico, an island that even though anyone born there is a United States citizen, cannot vote for the president of the United States. I remember going into the polling booth with my mom and her showing me the ballot and seeing her mark off the candidate she wanted for Governor of the island and the other positions on the ballot and then I remember going home and waiting to see if her choice had won. Tomorrow that little girl that could barely see the ballot on the booth because it was too high up will now be able to vote in her first presidential election. Tomorrow I will enter that voting booth alone and cast my ballot. That is now the imagine that overwhelms my mind. It's an imagine that fills me with hope. An imagine that fills me with pride and exaltation. It's an imagine I can't and don't want to shake out of my mind because voting in this election is of the upmost importance. Because I can't and won't let my voice be drowned by the opposition. This is my time to be a force.



and oh yeah #ImWithHer

For My Mom

For when some days seem harder than the rest and some nights seem longer than all the others:

Don't forget you are beautiful
Don't forget you are strong
Don't forget you are loved
Don't forget I love you

Don't forget the beauty in your smile
Don't forget the beauty in your laugh
Don't forget the beauty in your words
Don't forget I love you

Don't forget you are my best friend
Don't forget you are my guiding light
Don't forget I love you

Don't forget to get lost in a good book
Don't forget to go on senseless car rides
Don't forget to hear the sound of waves crashing
Don't forget I love you

Don't forget every hard day will soon be over when the clock strikes midnight
Don't forget you don't have to have it all figured out
Don't forget it's alright to fall down as long as you get back up
Don't forget I love you

Don't forget you are only human
Don't forget you are enough
Don't forget I love you

-A. F. 

A Reasoning

I don't write here often, I let pictures and videos have the main focus most of the time but I felt that I wanted to explain myself. Explain the name, the title, the reasoning behind it all. My initials are A. F. and I have always loved the idea of being a force. A force to be reckoned with, someone to not take lightly and not push to the side. To be someone who commands respect and loyalty. Joie de vivre is this idea of an overwhelming joy of being alive and enjoying it. It's among my favorite phrases because it encompasses so well what I want out of my life, I want to just revel in it, this carefree enjoyment of it all. And in my life I would love to combine these two ideas, of being a force but also living this life to it's fullest while enjoying every second of it. It's a difficult idea to sometimes explain when you're a newly twenty year old trying to survive your third year of college. Most of the times it feels like there is no time to enjoy my life, let alone try to be carefree. Professors can make you feel small and peers around you may not give you the respect you feel you should have at times. A year ago at this exact time I didn't feel as though I was reveling in my life. It all seemed dull and grey, slow and neglected but forward a year and I'm starting to see small specks of me understanding my joie de vivre, the enjoyment of my life. I know it's not an idea to implement overnight but slowly it's something I want to be at the top of my mind each day I wake up. It's the idea I strive for when I feel lost.

Culebra Getaway

Coldplay - A Head Full of Dreams

Boston Weekend

The Holy Land

Palm Leaves

Quebec City

Toronto

Through Wonderland to Central Park

CollegeFashionista Post #2: ALL IN THE DETAILS

Montreal, Canada

(Sunflower) Fields Forever

A Walled City

A Fairytale at Dusk

CollegeFashionista Summer Post #1

Like Mother, Like Daughter

My Mother's Closet

My mother was my first style inspiration. Since then it's been a love affair that like any good one, has its perfect days mixed with the occasional bad weather. I'm not sure of any other forty some year old mother that can rock a denim midi skirt quite like mine. She makes it look so effortless topping it off with a simple black racerback tank. It doesn't need much to say a lot about my mother.