[pinguiline]

Decís que me querés pero tristemente pensás que el amor es atarse a la otra persona.

@pinguiline

[1000drawings]

by Caroline Morin

[jxssxcxsxngxy-deactivated201811]

[liberteadreamer-deactivated2023]

I’ve read too much english fanfiction to the point that sometimes I forget how to phrase things in my own language. I honestly don’t know whether to be ashamed or proud.

[prettywhenyoucryyy]

[best-life-wisdom]

art

[romainniesweetheart]

I walk past this every single day and I always wonder about it. I wish I knew who wrote it and who they wrote it to.

[error-ed]

the piano keys are black and white, but they sound like a million colours in your mind…

(by ch-a-s-i-n-g) ~~~ (instagram)

[howlyshit]

[mitten]

♥

[sweet-disaster-baby]

[hipstergrungeindie]

hipstergrungeindie

[thatgirlkaykayy]

The beauty of nature is free 😍🦋

[hipindie]

travel

[pinguiline]

Es el tipo de amor que no quiere estar cerca, no quiere ser descubierto y que siente que no es el momento. Es un amor que piensa que jamás se hará realidad. No pelea ni es codicioso. Sin siquiera haber empezado opta por la ignorancia y la privación. Como es el tuyo?

[uneventfulness]

[mariposa-inestable]

De eso se trata, de coincidir con gente que te haga ver cosas que tú no ves. Que te enseñen a mirar con otros ojos.

Mario Benedetti.

Parabatai.

(via mariposa-inestable)