Part-time muse. Full-time paradox. Digital flesh. Puerto Rican alt-model with a degree. Indifferent to the noise. A penchant for beer, burgers, pizza, ice cream, and all things cute.
Currently in Portland, OR. If you are a photographer and would like to work with me, shoot me a message via my Ask with a link to your portfolio and e-mail.
Amorous recluse. You said I began this messy state of love affair. And I drink too much and smoke too fast. And this city's cleared my innocence.
DISCLAIMER: I post nudes, unpopular thoughts, and generally graphic or TMI material. Follow with caution.
Confession N°. 238: You know what I love? When sleepy sluggish snuggling in the middle of the night gradually and lazily shifts into full-on gritty sex.
When it happens, it takes a couple of minutes for my brain to actually realize and register it’s occurring. The dreamy state of mind being forced alert by the abrupt sensations of the body is one of those…simple pleasures that remind me that it’s not so bad being alive. And it’s a reminder that yes, Maga, yes, you are a living breathing thing. At least for that moment. You are more than just what your mind fools itself into conceptualizing.