you know for the longest time I wondered why Im so clingy?
because lets face it, I’m attached to… him.
but in reality, I read this thing on tumblr once. and it said “its like coming home after a long trip. thats what love is like. like coming home.” and it got to me.
cause right now I’m a nomad
I do not have a place to call “home”. home is where the heart is.
and home was once on 204 north elm street.
it was once buried in my mothers arms. riding bikes with my neighbors
and singing and dancing with my sisters.
but not anymore.
I have grown old and my life has moved on.
our family is in another state now and I am in my own world on my own.
And its scary.
but what i do know for a fact about myself…
right now, and always; my heart is with him.
and i guess thats where id like to find home.
but until he gives me the key to his love
i cant go home for awhile.
And that scares me.
and maybe thats why i cling to him so much.
because i dont want to have to move again.
I dont want to be a nomad anymore.
I want to go home. -written by me, Alexus Pizarro to jaydiebz
Anonymous asked: Why don't you post your asks?
because i dont
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Anonymous asked: This is random but does your friend Marissa have a tumblr?? I love her outfits and think that if she doesn't have one she should make one to post her outfits on!
that is my cousin. and no she isnt much into tumblr. how do you know about her?…you must follow me on instagram and i know all my followersd