no watches whatsoever

right in the middle of the world…literally.

my brother in NYC.

when I turned 15, I asked my parents to take me to the Mayan ruins in Mexico; this is my proof.

The invisible line that separates South from North.

I did a drawing of this place, exactly from where the picture was taken.

This is where ‘Madres’ and ‘Abuelas’ get together every week.

My beloved city from the sky.

Drunk driving after a wine tasting, and with a rental car.

El Alamo….if you’ve never been there, let me tell you that the air smells different that far south of the country.

Walk of Fame at night.

My father and my brother. I was 7 years old.

The best tan ever (plus some carrot juice).

I just sat there for about an hour sipping on some tea while I listened to the rain fall.

I can’t believe there’s a place with my name. I had to take a picture, just for the record.

This place is filled with strong emotions.

there is this alley with these amazing paintings.

best time to go: between Sept and Nov.

Just a quick trip to the coast when I get extremely tired of the winter weather.

It was hard for me to get into that creepy elevator to make it to the top, but I did it of course.

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at night.

making it to one of the most likable cities around the US: Dallas.

Bettlejuice creeped me out!

my platonic love.