LIBERTÉ OU LA MORT

  miriam. centro americana. estrella de internet por los motivos equivocados.

[strippedowntothebone]

Escuché a Evan decir que los zompopos de mayo deberían de llamarase zompopos de todos los meses.

[carpediemiarts]

He deserves a better fate than this

[xfgs]

[manga3am]

[taurzza]

wips

[purpurgobrr]

jayvikism continues

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[strippedowntothebone]

Ayer soñé que me tatuaba con Irene y le quedaban súper mal los tatuajes, y la tinta se me expandía en la piel. Cómo esa semana vería a mi mamá me friqueaba y buscaba un lugar para sacarme los tatuajes; cobraban relativamente barato. También ofrecían un show de teatro en miniatura para entretener a los clientes, pero tenian anuncios.

[gabstherium]

Some Pluto fanarts for a good start

[hellspawnmotel]

epsilons

[minipete]

hotdog.storenvy.com

[lovertm]

RazNasty

[strippedowntothebone]

Parcial en una hora

[strippedowntothebone]

Maldita universidad (por favor que no vayan a cerrar la UCA)

[inkskinned]

falling in love is so fucking stupid. everything on earth is glowing honey-bright. i am easily charmed by small things. i am obsessed even with the shadow formed by her eyelashes. i can't get over the magic of this: that humans can feel something like this.

and yeah in the history of humanity we still can't seem to talk about it enough. because i can tell you about it - about her - and it won't surround the experience. it can never be big enough.

i am feeling something people have maybe always-felt. who knows when the first person fell in love. i am also feeling something that feels new and silly and extreme. like maybe we're the first people to really understand it, truly.

i know the science of it; why her smell is so good to me (something about our compatible genes). oxytocin and whatever hormones. and still it is incredible - i didn't think my body did this kind of thing. i thought it was an invention of romance-book marketing.

things make sense that didn't make sense before. songs about how love is an addiction or possession or insanity. orpheus had to turn around, of course he did, i would turn for her too, just to see. my mom and i watch a rerun of a murder mystery; for the first time i understand the line he did it for love - instead of being trite, it feels like a genuine tragedy.

and of course i am feeling the same way millions of people have maybe felt and know i cannot write enough about it, that it won't quite surrender to poetry. why do i think i'm gonna be the one who can finally communicate this thing that resists definition so ardently. this girl in my kitchen, humming. who walked so casually into my life. this girl pulls the rain down from even a cloudless sky.

what i can say is that i feel something impossible, and stupid. what i can say is that nothing about this is unusual, and yet i am so caught in it that i keep waiting for some terrible evil - something so good surely must come with some kind of retribution.

we get high and watch zombies 4 (it's terrible). the main characters sing a song about love; how theirs feels wild and impossible. the kind of thing i used to think was insipid, bad writing. baby that's us, she says into my ear.

that's us, she says, but with us the true love thing is actually real.

[lamignonette]

[strippedowntothebone]

Extraño mucho a la abuela.