frustrated mind/s I’m Snow White and I feed on apples that kill me. I’m Ariel out on the Mediterranean sea. I’m Pocahontas, as free as thee and Princess Jasmine on that royal family tree. I’m Belle whose standout is inner beauty and Mulan, brave and selfless of whom does her duty. I’m Rapunzel whose hair is lengthy, and Aurora whose fate was unlucky. I’m Minnie Mouse finding her Mickey and Cinderella who proved to be plucky. I’m a fairytale that starts with petty then grows into a sudden confetti. I am a mix and clash of Disney characters so silly, it’s almost synonyms with infinity. ERIKA 1998. Sixteen years of big dreams and twigged streams. Sixteen years of seeing coal-dark steams transform into white-bright gleams. Sixteen years of walking under the sun and it hasn’t even begun. Sometimes, the light’s too bright, sometimes, the grip’s too tight, but everything will be alright, nobody will make it out. Official Accounts Instagram : @erikarabara Twitter: @erikacrabara Facebook: facebook.com/erikarabara Closet Disclaimer All content found on this blog are mine unless stated otherwise. You may not reproduce, steal, or copy anything without my permission. Any uneasy similarities with your work and mine is completely coincidental or because I was inspired by you. If you will use my picture under your name, I will hunt you down. This being said, good day and I hope you enjoy the rest of your life. Contact me through: erikaceciliarabara@yahoo.com
You tore my heart open when it wanted you enclosed inside.
“Was it ever? Beautiful, I mean. Because it was. I don’t know when and how it progressed from clouds to dirt but I swear, at one point, we were the most beautiful pair of human chromosomes pa...
I’m fine, if you’re wondering. Probably not. But, I’m better now. Happier. Soaring. Like the bird I was wrong to be before, and like the bird I rightfully am now.
frustrated mind/s I’m Snow White and I feed on apples that kill me. I’m Ariel out on the Mediterranean sea. I’m Pocahontas, as free as thee and Princess Jasmine on that royal family tree. I’m Belle whose standout is inner beauty and Mulan, brave and selfless of whom does her duty. I’m Rapunzel whose hair is lengthy, and Aurora whose fate was unlucky. I’m Minnie Mouse finding her Mickey and Cinderella who proved to be plucky. I’m a fairytale that starts with petty then grows into a sudden confetti. I am a mix and clash of Disney characters so silly, it’s almost synonyms with infinity. ERIKA 1998. Sixteen years of big dreams and twigged streams. Sixteen years of seeing coal-dark steams transform into white-bright gleams. Sixteen years of walking under the sun and it hasn’t even begun. Sometimes, the light’s too bright, sometimes, the grip’s too tight, but everything will be alright, nobody will make it out. Official Accounts Instagram : @erikarabara Twitter: @erikacrabara Facebook: facebook.com/erikarabara Closet Disclaimer All content found on this blog are mine unless stated otherwise. You may not reproduce, steal, or copy anything without my permission. Any uneasy similarities with your work and mine is completely coincidental or because I was inspired by you. If you will use my picture under your name, I will hunt you down. This being said, good day and I hope you enjoy the rest of your life. Contact me through: erikaceciliarabara@yahoo.com
frustrated mind/s I’m Snow White and I feed on apples that kill me. I’m Ariel out on the Mediterranean sea. I’m Pocahontas, as free as thee and Princess Jasmine on that royal family tree. I’m Belle whose standout is inner beauty and Mulan, brave and selfless of whom does her duty. I’m Rapunzel whose hair is lengthy, and Aurora whose fate was unlucky. I’m Minnie Mouse finding her Mickey and Cinderella who proved to be plucky. I’m a fairytale that starts with petty then grows into a sudden confetti. I am a mix and clash of Disney characters so silly, it’s almost synonyms with infinity. ERIKA 1998. Sixteen years of big dreams and twigged streams. Sixteen years of seeing coal-dark steams transform into white-bright gleams. Sixteen years of walking under the sun and it hasn’t even begun. Sometimes, the light’s too bright, sometimes, the grip’s too tight, but everything will be alright, nobody will make it out. Official Accounts Instagram : @erikarabara Twitter: @erikacrabara Facebook: facebook.com/erikarabara Closet Disclaimer All content found on this blog are mine unless stated otherwise. You may not reproduce, steal, or copy anything without my permission. Any uneasy similarities with your work and mine is completely coincidental or because I was inspired by you. If you will use my picture under your name, I will hunt you down. This being said, good day and I hope you enjoy the rest of your life. Contact me through: erikaceciliarabara@yahoo.com
When it seems that I have finally been able to ease you out of my mind, my subconscious tricks my spirit and drags me into a loop of dreams with you on the main cast. Leave me alone, already.
Your heart can only take so much flame to accommodate a one-time love of fireworks. All the others love only the ashes it leaves behind. What’s sad is that, after a night of lights and e...
Do not love a moving vehicle because they never know how to stop for somebody else other than themselves.
Photo by: Sharisse Florendo
The only people that came to comfort the tears that have sprung were the shadows and the monsters in my head. Have I become crazy for learning how to live with the creatures of the night, O...
When will I grasp the fact that you have strayed away from your orbit, and out of my intergalactic messed up mass of a life? And to think highly of myself as your savior from possible collis...
Pour acid into the water, and not water into the acid, as to prevent possible unwanted reactions. I’m the water, you’re the acid, and despite knowing the said statement, I’m pouring all the...
She could weave the words in her head as easily as a spider does its webs. Except when it was about you. Then, she’d run out of words.
I miss the light in your voice and the sound waves in your eyes. If you think that’s a wrong way to use words, imagine what I must feel when I see right through you and see you use your h...
I put you into words, because it is the only way I can put you out of my system, without burning myself along the way.
So I write this to you, but you would never know, because you never stared enough to see the way I would smile every time I heard your name. You never listened enough to hear the giggles ...
We’ve come to the age where we are defined as a paradox. We are a complication that contradicts itself; we eat our own promises. We’ve come to the age where double meanings aren’t t...