Un simple sentir

En pequeños instantes se pueden crear grandes momentos

[letheane-deactivated20200121]

…and you are like the word: melancholy.

Pablo Neruda, from ‘I Like For You To Be Still’ (via sempiternele)

[moosefriends]

The Front Bottoms // Lipstick Covered Magnet

[kelsiline]

[hjstory]

Love & Time = Ultimate cure for all pain!

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[tearsbehindthesmoke]

[curvedpromises]

Kms

[dignitea]

[huelesalluvia-deactivated201904]

Nuestro amor concluye con finales diversos. Usted besando a otro. Yo escribiendo estos versos.

José Angel Buesa (via huelesalluvia)

[fleurishes]

silly girl, you bled for him, didn’t you? grew out your hair, shrunk down your waist, let him fuck you with the lights off and paint his name in blood onto your back. silly girl, forgive yourself for the bad dates, for saying yes, for meaning no, for the diets, the discounted liquor, the makeup you painted onto your face like camouflage. your dreams were made for the dark, they bloom and grow inside of you. your womb, a greenhouse. your hands, wind. you were in love except he didn’t love you, but you tried, didn’t you? silly girl, you are not the most reliable narrator. all those nights you waited up to hear from him, phone poised in your hand like a gun. you’ve always loved things that were the worst for you: trans fat, sweet tea, Black Friday sales, boys whose hands feel like triggers. you’ll grow out of it, or you won’t, and you’ll forget to delete the voicemails, the emojis you sent when you couldn’t express yourself in words. just look at the quiet shipwreck of you. it was always about the drowning, and you never learned to swim.

Kristina Haynes, “Silly Girl” (via fleurishes)

[toryryd]

[rafaelandes]

Una de las mejores descripciones de la escuela que ve visto en un filme.

[unsimplesentir]

Yesenia Sánchez - Memorias de un corazón destrozado

[unsimplesentir]

[denisesoyletras]

Rota, como una rama que no soportó tu peso. Callada, como un grito que se ahogó debajo de tu mar.

Denise Márquez (via denisesoyletras)

[unsimplesentir]

[unsimplesentir]

"A veces sentía muchas ganas de decirte cosas, no estoy muy seguro de qué cosas, pero cualquier idea que quisiera soltar se volvía nula cuando te veía. ¿Eso es malo, quedarme en blanco sin importarme el mundo cuando estás cerca?: Vidas entrelazadas - Yesenia Sánchez

[buttsandcuteness]

[unsimplesentir]

Yesenia Sánchez - Joven Soñador