Babushka

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[perrfectly]

[fragmentosadolescentes]

Mereces que te abracen, que te den regalos con una frase “Me acordé de ti”, mereces besitos en la frente, apoyo, comprensión y muchos cumplidos.

Mereces un amor bonito.

Chica Lunar (L.C)

[localadult]

So I made a transparent Inspired by tumblr x Reblog or like if you like it haha

[glitternose]

[stability]

this street sign doesn’t make me feel very safe

[weed-and-poetry]

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep.”

— Mind of a mad man. (via jaysonlife)

[thatlinearttho]

[craved-deactivated20230908]

“I should have begged him not to ruin me.”

— Tracy Chevalier (via quotemadness)

[love]

[cyber-yeezuss]

I wanna be 14 again and ruin my life differently… I have new ideas

[whosthemoss]

[youngbdank-deactivated20160905]

[thefilmhoardersdiary]

[ohwelljustfuckit]

[fam-e]

My biggest fear isn’t that you’ll lie to me one day or that you’ll cheat on me. My biggest fear is that you’ll wake up before me one Tuesday morning and instead of leaning in and kissing me on the cheek, you’ll look at my sleeping body and start to notice all of my flaws. My crooked nose, my chapped lips and the stretch marks spread along my stomach and thighs like a road map. You’ll think about my random spouts of jealousy and the fact that I talk too much. You’ll remember how annoying it is that no matter what, I’m always right and just how selfish I can be sometimes. You’ll walk into the kitchen, brew a cup of black coffee, stare at the pale morning rays of sunlight entering the window frame, and come to the conclusion, that for no particular reason at all, you don’t love me anymore.

things that keep me up at night (via fam-e)

[1stutilityplayer]

Today I am wearing lacy black underwear For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them. And underneath that? I am absolutely naked. And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin; I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts like saran wrap that you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before. And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof. My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred. But that doesn’t matter, right? You don’t care about how soft my skin is. You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark. But what if all they do is crack open windows? So I can see lightening through the clouds. What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air? What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold? But that’s not the story you want. You are licking your lips and baring your teeth. Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going. I don’t need to be the water in the well. I don’t need to be the well. But I’d like to not be the ground anymore. I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore. Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs. They find harmonies in their laughter. Their linked elbows echo in tune. What if I can’t hum on key? What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears? Some people can recognize a tree, A front yard, and know they’ve made it home. How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking? How long before I’m lost for good. It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning. It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself. But I keep swallowing what I thought was air. I keep finding stones tied to my feet.

Hannah Baker (Thirteen Reasons Why)