Ariana GonBon
25yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men. Follow me @arte.con.ariana, all tips will go to @openyrpurse, both on Instagram.
Alright, Where The Fuck Am I
I'm debating grad school but grad school will do nothing but distract me I work to live because living is not allowed to just be
Ariana GonBonPublished 11 days ago in PoetsAngry Love
Dear Güey, I hate that we don’t talk every day. I hate it more that I do not know what we are. I keep forgetting to not take your flirting seriously, that we are 2000 miles away and at closest we were a seat away but never touching. You would never consider a long distance relationship, but we act like something open, wanting to open our mouths to each other but instead giving it to others. And we know about it. We know about each other’s love lives but never mention each other. Why? Because we do not want to admit anything. We do not want to admit that we like each other because we know it’s stupid. Insane. Crazy. In. Love.
Ariana GonBonPublished 26 days ago in HumansOnions are Gross
Onions are gross You caramelize them and they’re slimy You don’t and they’re vengeful They assault you with disgust They make you cry
Ariana GonBonPublished about a month ago in Poets
Raging Mind
I can feel an itch between my shoulder blades, a heaviness in my chest, as I try to occupy my hands and mind before I give too much thought to the things I actually need to focus on. My upcoming move? No. My first time moving in with a romantic partner? No. My need for a full time job again? No. I need to pack for my move and apply to jobs. I need to apply myself to pack and pack my mind with maturity to apply to a job.
Ariana GonBonPublished 2 months ago in FictionIxtlilton
Did I abandon you first? - or have my mother’s worries shielded you from getting to me? - or did her mother’s addictions stop her from sleeping?
Ariana GonBonPublished 2 months ago in Poets
Choose to Forget
“Mija, did you order anything? There’s a package here for you.” “No, de quién es? Who’s it from?” “I don’t know, there’s only the initials ‘CF’ for a return address.”
Ariana GonBonPublished 2 months ago in Humans
Enchanted Chocolate
A love potion is just so… archaic. I can’t afford a cauldron anyway. You can make them in a saucepan, but those just don’t hold the same weight as one made in a cauldron.
Ariana GonBonPublished 2 months ago in HumansGospel of Love
In our town there was an old barn, and in the old barn there was a momentary church. The real church had burned down, and all that was left to hold all of us was the Garcia’s barn.
Ariana GonBonPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
