I'm Angel, living it up in Cali!
I crave real conversation with real people.
I don't know how to dictionary-define myself, but I'd rather not anyway.
Music is the key to my heart.
Talk to me anytime.

#faded #beach #pictures (Taken with Instagram)

#faded #beach #pictures (Taken with Instagram)

How do you fix everything?If you know you’re in a hole, how do you get out of it?How does everyone else have it all figured out?Just wondering. 

How do you fix everything?
If you know you’re in a hole, how do you get out of it?
How does everyone else have it all figured out?

Just wondering. 

Just keep your arms around me and I won’t let your body touch…I won’t let it touch the ground.Just keep your eyes on me, and let me be your gravity. 

Just keep your arms around me and I won’t let your body touch…
I won’t let it touch the ground.
Just keep your eyes on me, and let me be your gravity. 

I had a good time. No regrets! <3 

I had a good time. No regrets! <3 

Me, always having too much fun :p

Me, always having too much fun :p

Amazing night!

Amazing night!

I know who I am and what I want. I know what I&#8217;ve been through and what I have to offer. I know what I bring to the table. I know what my destination is (not where or who, only what). I know what I want from you (general you).I want so badly to be able to elaborate on this, to write myself out in words so clear that everyone who reads this will KNOW me. I also know that this is not possible, and I accept it for what it is.I live a very quiet existence, one where I feel all of these feelings that make perfect sense, but the feelings don&#8217;t speak, they don&#8217;t explain themselves, and I can&#8217;t write them down. I sometimes envy those who can put it all on paper or canvas, while I struggle to answer a simple, &#8220;How are you?&#8221;Although I lack eloquence and clarity, one thing is as solid and real as it&#8217;s ever going to be: I know me.And the God&#8217;s honest truth (truth that is as honest as I can let myself be, truth that lets you into my soul) is that I believe that there is someone out there (someone that exists, with a family and friends and history and scars and stories) who wants to know me. I believe that, when it&#8217;s real, I won&#8217;t have to define myself in clear and easy-to-understand words. I believe that person will want to learn and want to understand.I believe that things shouldn&#8217;t be so complicated. At the same time, I believe that things that are worth it are worth fighting for.Here&#8217;s to wishful thinking. 

I know who I am and what I want. I know what I’ve been through and what I have to offer. I know what I bring to the table. I know what my destination is (not where or who, only what). I know what I want from you (general you).

I want so badly to be able to elaborate on this, to write myself out in words so clear that everyone who reads this will KNOW me. I also know that this is not possible, and I accept it for what it is.

I live a very quiet existence, one where I feel all of these feelings that make perfect sense, but the feelings don’t speak, they don’t explain themselves, and I can’t write them down. I sometimes envy those who can put it all on paper or canvas, while I struggle to answer a simple, “How are you?”

Although I lack eloquence and clarity, one thing is as solid and real as it’s ever going to be: I know me.

And the God’s honest truth (truth that is as honest as I can let myself be, truth that lets you into my soul) is that I believe that there is someone out there (someone that exists, with a family and friends and history and scars and stories) who wants to know me. I believe that, when it’s real, I won’t have to define myself in clear and easy-to-understand words. I believe that person will want to learn and want to understand.

I believe that things shouldn’t be so complicated. At the same time, I believe that things that are worth it are worth fighting for.

Here’s to wishful thinking. 

I spent my Christmas at work, but that&#8217;s okay. 

I spent my Christmas at work, but that’s okay. 


I want to be seen, not just looked at.I want to be heard, not just listened to.I want to be more than who I settle for. I want to live without fear of failure.Scratch that&#8212;I want to LIVE.
I want to be me again.

I want to be seen, not just looked at.
I want to be heard, not just listened to.
I want to be more than who I settle for. 
I want to live without fear of failure.
Scratch that—I want to LIVE.

I want to be me again.