moe is a dreamer

i am...born and raided in Orlando, Florida, cuban/american, fashion designer, twenty five years young, the complete definition of a virgo (minus the neat freak part), a part time legal assistant, insanely addicted to fashion, art and photography, a mother of two chihuahua kids, named Homie and Teagan, Homie sleeps all day and hates people...period, Teagan likes to destroy any chewable object, namely: money and fingers, but, I love them more than you will ever know, at heart the definition of a pessimistic, in love with anything old, miss my grandpas, lives off music that speaks to my soul, drama free, creator, lover and fighter, dreamer, afraid, broken, hungry (for a new life), searching, lost but found, angry but happy, poor but rich, always on time, a trying follower of the secret...


I believe in the man above and his miracles.
I believe that if you stay positive, honest and give love, you will be blessed.
I believe in the power of karma, and it will always come back to you.
I believe in the beauty of my dreams and I dream to no end...

email: melissa.ljc@earthlink.net
myspace.com/moeisadreamer

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i am loosing my mind

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i want you to take me to amsterdam like you promised...i am ready now

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(via gxlove)

(via gxlove)

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(via thingsgohazy)

(via thingsgohazy)

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diveby:thebestday:I’d love this staircase.

diveby:thebestday:I’d love this staircase.

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I don't like to complain, but sometimes it's all you can bring yourself to do.

animalsandmonsters:

My ma always told me that if I didn’t have anything nice to say, I shouldn’t say anything at all. That’s precisely why I keep my mouth shut most of the time these days. I don’t want to pollute this fragile ecosystem of positivity that you people have produced with the plague of pessimism and cynical comments that spew out of my throat every time my lips part.

I send such mixed signals. I don’t just laugh when I’m happy or when someone hurts themselves. I laugh when I’m angry because I just can’t believe what’s pissing me off is actually happening. It all feels too surreal, like I saw the same thing happen in some shitty movie I watched that one time when I was really stoned. I laugh when horrible things happen to me because the fact that the Universe picks the perfect time to just pile more and more shit onto one’s plate never ceases to amuse me. I laugh when I’m sad because my dad told me that no good ever came from crying.

me too 

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