To The Broken Ones

Kels Luna || Belize/México || If i became a mystery would you want me then? Inbox me anytime

[indirectasdemiparati]

Aclaración: Te dejé de buscar, no de extrañar.

(via indirectasdemiparati)

[chico-vacio-deactivated20221101]

Es duro cuando alguien especial comienza a ignorarte, pero es mas difícil cuando tienes que fingir que no te importa.

(via chico-vacio)

[trustisthereason]

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses. For tonight I’ll sleep on a bed of nails. 

[sexemulators]

When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

When Harry Met Sally (via quotethatword)

[huelesalluvia-deactivated201904]

No te olvides que tenemos pendiente, la promesa de querernos por siempre.

Café Quijano (via huelesalluvia)

[wordsnquotes]

Be alone. Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone. In the midst of this you will learn about yourself. You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you, you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity, and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance, you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself.

Bianca Sparacino (via wordsnquotes)

[excerptsofstories]

I’m scared.What if I’m never gonna get over you? What if five years from now, I’m still wishing for you to come back? What if every night whether its 2 or 3 AM, I’m still questioning myself; “Where did I go wrong this time?” Ever since you left, I see you in every little things. I remember how you love kids so much that every time I met one, they remind me of you. I remember you every time I saw your favourite TV shows, your favourite food, or things that you dislike the most. At first it made me smile. But then I remember that everything’s over. We’re over. I can no longer hear you talk about your day. I can no longer see the spark in your eyes every time you talk about the things that you’re passionate about. I can no longer hear your rants, your laughter, everything about you, I just don’t have it anymore. And it hits me. It hits me hard that I could feel the lump in my throat as well as the pain in my chest which would usually bring me to tears. I’m weak, indeed. You see, it was never easy for me to let go.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1179 // @bynoire on Instagram (via excerptsofstories)

[spiderword]

I’ve stood next to you atop mountains and behind gas stations. You bring a gorgeous sort of toxic to every atmosphere you occupy while I stand still and contemplate just how much you scare me. Sometimes you wonder whether I think of you at all. Sometimes I wonder whether you’d ever think to kiss me. Welcome to you and I. Welcome to life in slow motion.

#151 - excerpts from the book I’ll never write (via spiderword)

[spiderword]

We are poor and cynical and offensive and judgemental and twisted and violent and drunk and failure has closed in on our throats but Jesus, fuck, we are happy and content and anything but alone and in that moment the guilt in my stomach tasted a little like living. In that moment I realised that this is supposed to be the low point. You’re supposed to rejoice in A grades and money and your parents’ praise. You’re supposed to thank God you aren’t at some vodka fuelled party screaming along to shitty 90s rap with friends who are just as unsuccessful as you. You’re supposed to thank God you aren’t living like I’m living right now. And maybe I reek of alcohol and maybe Gangsta’s Paradise kinda sucks and maybe I’m getting Cs and maybe I have less than £5 to my name and maybe my mother hasn’t said the words ‘well done’ to me in over a year but I’m still breathing. And that counts for something. That counts.

#153- excerpts from the book I’ll never write (via spiderword)

[writteninblackink]

And as much as we try; love can not be defined. Some say it’s a droplet of water while others say it’s a sea…

thehiddenwriternd (via writteninblackink)

[why-we-burn]

Beautiful can still be lethal. I remember staring at this raging fire with large eyes and a mesmerizing feeling. I remember leaning in to touch it as if it was a fragile rose, without knowing the horrific consequences. I too, remember, being burned by the gorgeous fire and it leaving a scar on my innocent skin. You were my fire. You are like fire. Beautiful but lethal.

-🔥L.M.🔥 (via why-we-burn)

[thelovejournals]

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.

Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via thelovejournals)

[indirectasdemiparati]

No quiero conformarme con alguien que simplemente me quiere, quiero a un loco enamorado de mí. Porque eso quiero ser yo, una loca enamorada de ti.

Indirectasdemiparati (via indirectasdemiparati)

[indirectasdemiparati]

Te quiero dar muchos besos de esos que quitan el frío, la ropa y hasta los prejuicios..

Indirectasdemiparati (via indirectasdemiparati)

[happiness-begins-now-xo]

A drop in the ocean, a change in the weather. I was praying that you and me might end up together. It’s like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert but I’m holding you closer than most because you are my Heaven.

Ron Pope

This song <3 

(via sarlizxo)

[wnq-writers]

Beware of pretty boys who smoke, my dear, for they can burn your world down with their cigarette.

Sophia Carey (via wordsnquotes)

[preservable]

Because at some point you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life

Forever Black (via preservable)