Tengo unas ganas de putear a todos los novios/as de mi amigos. Y a ellos igual más tóxicos no pueden ser no? Y venden todo como amor.
Y ahora parezco una vieja de los gatos que se queda sola por 100 pre ahrre
Ya fue todo bien mejor me calmo.

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Tengo unas ganas de putear a todos los novios/as de mi amigos. Y a ellos igual más tóxicos no pueden ser no? Y venden todo como amor.
Y ahora parezco una vieja de los gatos que se queda sola por 100 pre ahrre
Ya fue todo bien mejor me calmo.
Just 749,998.5 bunkers still to sell! Get them while you can!
Video by Chris S. of ReelLit’s class of 2016-17.
Matt’s beautiful “Line” video from last year’s ReelLit
antes odiaba más cosas , con rabia jajaja horóscopo negro , psiconautas , bioguia y huevás que comparten las minas hueonasssss >:D ajjaajj perooo después vino mi época de paz con el mundo y ya no me importó... igual extraño odiar algunas cosas odiar facebook por ejemplo , odiar gente.. pero ya, pa que si igual todos me caben bien al fin y al cabo u.u
la plata no hace la felicidad, pero puta que evita el sufrimiento
soy adicta a extremoduro
(Poem on Bravery)
Walking past a pack of men, Averting my eyes so they won’t remark About me being alone, but they whistled so loud That I could only bark.
There was once a beautiful princess who had been cursed to never speak. Her father, beloved king in the land, called upon every mage under his rule, but none could lift the baffling curse that had come upon his only child. When she came of age, the king sought out young men to succeed him. But none of the nobles would marry a girl who could not sing their praises. They insisted the princess could not marry, and that he choose another to be queen. The king sent his daughter away with a heavy heart, hoping she would find a way to break the curse. Devastated, the princess wandered the woods. She exuded a gentleness and purity that drew the animals to her. They lead her to a spring in the heart of the woods. After drinking from it, the princess stood and danced through the night, stopping and falling asleep when the sun rose. A crofter’s son had been out that night, gathering wood. He stumbled across the princess dancing. So stricken was he by her grace and beauty, that the boy fell in love and watched her until daylight. Then he took her and carried her back to his home. When the princess woke, he spoke gently to her, offering her fruit from his table. The princess accepted with a smile. The boy cared not that she was unable to speak; he decided to marry her the very next day. The moment the he slipped the ring onto her finger, the princess broke out into a beautiful aria, her voice restored. She took her husband back to the castle, where the nobles gaped in envy. The king was overjoyed. —Eleanor Georgi, from our 2015 zine, Fairy Tale Nightmares