Who Am I? I'm not so sure. I know who I'm not. And that's enough for me.

I know I like animals. And spanish. and sugar. I love babies and beaches. And Hair. And musicals. And Music.

I'm an afro-Latina. Proudly Puertorriqueña. Boldly Black. Simply beautiful. in my own lil way =]
I'm also a sister/daughter/friend. I'm an enemy to that which isn't for Life.

I am Feminine, not weak. Young, not immature. Ethnic, not exotic. Woman, not subservient.

I'm a lover. But i got some fight.

I love black. I love green. I bleed Red.

This spot should be as random as my life. And reflect some of the things I think/see/admire/whatever.

I read. I write. I'm Passionate. I'm humble. Lets Tumbl----
 
 
 

rant

i get so fucking tired of feeling as if my good qualities go unappreciated or are completely eclipsed by my flaws in a relationship…

well maybe, its about fucking time I stood up for myself. a bit more.

i may be fucked up. i’m not perfect

but i’m damn sure worth more than what the guys i’ve been dating give me credit for.

and you know, i’ll even be generous and shoulder some of that blame too.

but i’m tired of it.

and that’s that.