About Me
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hahaha just...funnySoooo...my name is Sabrina, I am happily married =) I am a pre-law student at FIU (as is my hubby)...lol and thats about it for now =)
i can be nice when i'm quiet.
darkness when i'm alone makes me uneasy.
i could be cool, but i don't want to be.
drinking, in my opinion, should be a physical sport.
i don't like sleeping with clothes on.
cockroaches and clickers make me panic.
if it were up to me no one would wear shoes.
i laugh in bad situations, like being yelled at over dinner, or when someone falls.
i don't like constructive criticism
i love art...all kinds, and i love artistic people
i love the ocean
i've always secretly loved to be the center of attenton
i hate obnoxious people...but i have my obnoxious moments sometimes too
im scared of what the future has in store for me
i dont wanna grow up
i've got the "hard exterior, mushy interior" syndrome
i love all kinds of weird food
im a hopeless romantic, though i won't admit it
i love rainy days
i'd love to be swept away
sometimes i fear i have no conscience
i can't do anything without listening to music
i sing in the shower...(though not very well ;))
i used to wish i was a mermaid
i pace around the room when i'm talking on the phone
i love a good adventure
i'm a risk taker
i have no idea who i am yet...
My surface may, seem smooth,
but my surface is my mask, my ever-varying
and ever concealing mask. Beneath dwells
the real me in confusion, in fear, in aloneness.
But I hide this. I don't want anyone to know it.
I panic at the thought of
my weakness and fear being exposed. That's
why I frantically create a mask to
hide behind, a nonchalant,
sophisticated facade, to help me pretend,
to shield me from the glance that knows.
But such a glance is precisely my salvation,
My only salvation. And I know it.
That is, if it's followed
by acceptance, if it's followed by love.
It's the only thing that can
liberate me, from myself, from the
barriers that I so painstakingly erect.
It's the only thing that will assure me
of what I can't assure myself, that i'm really worth something.
I'm afraid that deep down I'm
nothing, that I'm no good, and that you
will see this and reject me. So I play my game,
my desperate pretending game,
with a facade of assurance without,
and a trembling child within.
And so begins that parade of masks.
And my life becomes a front.
I idly chatter to you in
the suave tones of surface talk.
I tell you everything that's really nothing,
and nothing of what's everything,
of what's crying within me.
You alone can break
down the wall behind which I tremble,
you alone can remove my mask,
you alone can release me from my
shadow-world of panic and uncertainty,
from my lonely prison.
So do not pass me by.
Please do not pass me by.
THIS IS TRUE Emo girls just want to kiss emo boys, emo boys just want to kiss other emo boys, and they all want to wear tight pants and take lots of pictures of themselves. End of story
Love Sonnet XVII
by: Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were a salt rose, or topaz
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
So I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Come With Me, I Said, And No One Knew
by: Pablo Neruda
Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.
I said it again: Come with me, as if I were dying,
and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth
or the blood that rose into the silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!
That is why when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine
the geysers flooding from deep in its vault:
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.
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