be(r)nice.

voy a cambiar vidas.

i write a lot. i have this little notebook that i carry with me everywhere.

porque este mundo es increíble.

i love tumblrs. because people these days are so quick to judge and if you happen upon this site, you get a whole different perspective of someone you thought you knew.

because sometimes we don't speak aloud all we want to say. and written words preserve the moment's intensity.


“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.”
—
Vita Sackville-West
January 24

does anyone know ricky poon

so in medical ethics, ms b told us to imagine we were terminally ill and then to draw pictures in the categories “weaving the web of life” or “finding a treasure at the bottom of the sea”

and then we drew/colored and she analyzed some of them. and we thought what she was doing was complete crap because this girl drew boxes and ms b was like “this is your family. you’re closer to your mother…” but then she randomly chose ricky poon’s picture and on the back she read what he wrote: “this picture represents all that i’ve been feeling lately and it’s helplessness,” or something along those lines. and he said he’s given up searching for the treasure at the bottom of the sea because there doesn’t seem to be any more hope.

and for once, the whole class shut up because it was actually so serious. this quiet kid who never said anything the whole term, who worked alone for the final project when we all made groups, idk man

does anyone know him

because i’m actually concerned and i tried looking him up on facebook but the guy i found has no mutual friends with me- really, after 4 years of high school, he hasn’t met any stuy kid who’s friends with him on facebook?

and he seems to need help.