mi lonja te saluda.

no matter how dark it gets the sun is gonna rise again

[surra-de-bunda]

Coach = my parents when I was a kid

[gochellzgo-deactivated20170221]

Me to my daughter when she starts doing anything competitive in the next 8 years

[moisemorancy-deactivated2022061]

Me to all my Negus’.

[fashionsensexoxo]

Money can buy

Independence and safety (not having to rely on abusive ppl, getting to control how you spend your time and money)

Experiences (travel, events, vacations, entertainment)

Health (medical care duh, good food, good location, reduced stress)

Opportunity (car, being able to move, having a safety net, “looking professional”)

Confidence (clothes that make you look good, things that make you feel good)

That seems alot like happiness

[dailyinspirationquotes]

[foreverimthatgirl-deactivated20]

me: *literally about to burst into tears for no fuckass reason*

me to me:

[6lacksoul]

[tankaramo]

fool me once,,,,,,, fool me twice,,,, fool me as many times as you want, my first name is dumbass

[blossomfully]

If someone punches you in the stomach,“ he says, “it’ll hurt whether you were expecting it or not. So if the person you love stops loving you back, you’re going to feel the blow even if you saw it coming.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #195 (via blossomfully)

[the-killer-beeee]

Me on Instagram: Brunch at Timothy's

Me on Snapchat: still drunk in a Tim Horton's parking lot

[in-lips-we-lust]

In your place, if there is pain, nurse it, and if there is a flame, don’t snuff it out, don’t be brutal with it. Withdrawal can be a terrible thing when it keeps us awake at night, and watching others forget us sooner than we’d want to be forgotten is no better. We rip out so much of ourselves to be cured of things faster than we should that we go bankrupt by the age of 30 and have less to offer each time we start with someone new. But to feel nothing so as not to feel anything—what a waste!

Call Me By Your Name

[cuncupiscence]

[clestroying]

[rawjah]

[sincerelyafrica]

So a friend of mine told me how yesterday his coworker died on the way to work due to speeding and crossed a red light (she was late for the third time, so I’m guessing she was trying to avoid a write up). As soon as she crossed the light she was hit on the drivers side by a semi. The messed up part is that in less than an hour her table was cleared for a new worker. In less than 4 hours they had sent out the news that they are hiring. By the end of the day the hiring manager had contacted 4 people for an interview. Moral of the story is, these jobs don’t care about your ass. They will replace you in a snap. Don’t risk or waste your life trying to go above and beyond for a job that could care less about your wellbeing.

[denisesoyletras]

Sí, dejamos de amar de un día para el otro. Nos enamoramos hasta que nos desenamoramos, así de redundante. Debe existir una división borrosa en la línea del tiempo que dice “antes de esta fecha te quería y luego ya no”. Pero es difícil verla. Además, no nos damos cuenta inmediatamente. El amor es un poema. Y alguien alguna vez dijo: los poemas nunca se terminan, solo se abandonan.

Denise Márquez (via denisesoyletras)

[rootintootintango-deactivated20]

drop top porsche

rollie on my wrist

[cardiiib]

Bruno Mars and Cardi B - Finesse (LIVE From The 60th GRAMMYs ®)

[erynlou-deactivated20201121]

[floresmarchitasdeagua]

Esta imagen duele.