Fai_Ryy

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YOU ARE THE REASON
One Nice Bug Per Day
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we're not kids anymore.
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@mirandisa
Hermoso
Marcel Duchamp, uno de los artistas que más me inspiró e inspira hoy día.
Sos lo más.
Sinceramente esto es hermoso. Amo los árboles
Hope so
No quiero culpar a que me está por venir por esto:
No estoy bien.
Me siento pérdida y lo único que quiero es irme a dormir, y que todo se pase.
No, no estoy bien.
Lloro por todo. Si no estoy ocupada haciendo algo mí mente ya se nubla, y mis cachetes se mojan.
Realmente no lo estoy.
Tengo miedos, y quisiera que fueran los monstruos bajo mí cama los que no me dejan dormir y no las preocupaciones que consumen mí cabeza.
Estoy harta de no estar bien.
Empiezo a enfermarme físicamente. me descompongo y quiero vomitar la mayor parte del día.
Quiero que todo el apocalipsis acabe.
Quiero estar bien.
Quiero dejar de llorar.
Quiero dormir.
Como extraño tenerlos cerca che
. . . . . . . @jerom19 (at Murillo) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ba2iUhSZF/?igshid=1vx3ul4c1harj
Ludovico Einaudi - Fly (Piano Cover) [The Intouchables]
una foto con tu mejor amiga y un buen lugar nunca viene mal
Inspirated by a Bipolar
So, I was there, quietly and calmly resting, breathing, not really thinking in something special, just my toes playing with the ball between them. When I raise my head due to the two big feet that were aproaching me, I unexpectly felt a vibe, a smooth but breaking one, one that I could recognize miles away and one that we both know it can paralize; me at least. There I was, astonished by that presence and by those misterious and capturing dark eyes that obvserved mine, by the time I realice whose where them from, I notice a simple, wild, playfull and full of satisfaction, humor and delighted smile. It was the smile and the gaze, the root of the thrill that capture me that great, summer night. It ended up being a seductively one, dark and icy but concurrent to it, one that made me burn, I was in an inexplicable heat. The evening continued with a thick mood. Peering into each other. Incessant scenes ocurreing, where just plain words take the lead wich conducted us to an appart atmosphere. I wanted to leave it, as soon as possible. I knew I would hurt, I would end up being contused, soreing and aching, it´d end up toreing me into small pieces that random outsiders would step on, fading them untill none of them could be seen or felt. SHIT, u make me feel this way somehow I just cant explain it and FUCK U DON´T LNOW HOW MUCH YOU HURT ME! You stupid bipolar.
Isabel Miranda. 13/10/18
Sin embargo no te odio. Siempre quedaras como ese amor que pudo ser pero nunca fue.
(via trasmitoloquesiento)