The beauty on your face is seldom inspiration, seldom obsession. Something pretty in the end. October 3rd, 2020. Era jueves, y no tenía otra opción que pensar en ti. Salimos a caminar y yo te mostraba la ciudad. Parece que te agrada. Parece que te agrado. Así han sido estos…

I was once a sad boy who would tear apart his skin to feel something. I was once a sad boy who looked in the mirror I was once a sad boy who couldn’t fathom living in his own body. I was once a sad boy who cried himself to…

Hello there. You might be reading this because you are entering a crisis. You might be deep in one already, or you might be getting out of one. It doesn’t matter. If you are feeling sad, overwhelmed, anxious, and in a way in which the world doesn’t seem to make…

We all have ideas of what success looks like. It comes in different images and definitions for everyone, but it’s always the same format: a mountaintop beyond struggle, always visible from any point of the journey, and the only place from where the whole journey can be seen. It is…

Last December I had the pleasure to meet the Stanford campus in Palo Alto, as well as the insides of Stanford’s Memorial Church. I have been an atheist since I was 10, and have been out of the closet as such since I was 12. I have never regarded myself…

In many ways, my life has been a story about the many shapes of pain. Understanding the nature of purpose has been fundamental to most of the self-growth and discovery that fueled my life between 13 and 17 years old. …

This is story has been brought to you via a panic attack. Just this week I came across the actual definition of a panic attack. I used to have this idea of panic attacks as long-lasting moments where you cannot breathe and start screaming, possibly also loosing control of your…

A lot of time has happened since the first time you were on my mind. A similar amount has happened since you were last with me. They say time heals, and in many ways it has. I had you on my mind, but it was painful. …

I know this table. This floor. All of them I know too well. Or I knew. This is the house in which I lived throughout my early life. Home of me it was for the most delicate moment of my development. I owe as much to this house as one…