Born to fly. Forced to walk.

[comfort-ings]

[algod3so]

En lugar de enseñarle a tu hija a agradar, enseñale a ser sincera. Y amable. Y valiente. Anímala a decir lo que piensa, a decir lo que opina en realidad, a decir la verdad. Dile que, si algo la incómoda, se queje, grite.

[casitodoesletras]

Día 107: Gente que solo respira, porque un algo o alguien les arrancó la vida.

[quotemadness]

With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?

Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via quotemadness)

[mistakes-]

[chicomaldito1]

Lamentablemente.

[loveserum-deactivated20191021]

Break up thoughts // part 2

[primarity]

[looprole]

via weheartit

[be-happy-and-enjoy-the-life]

If someone is working on themselves or changing for the better, it’s unnecessary to keep bringing up their past. People can become better.

Girl. (via be-happy-and-enjoy-the-life)

[champagnepapucho-deactivated201]

[useleverage]

[endotherms-blog]

[friosinviernos]

22 de diciembre. Unos ojos que saben fingir,son los más peligrosos.

H. (via friosinviernos)

[laberintodeficciones]

Creo que todos nos merecemos a alguien que cuando nos mire a los ojos sabemos que nos está queriendo. Y muy fuerte.

Laberinto de Ficciones (via laberintodeficciones)

[myotherpage001]

My sadness was not swallowing 32 pills and laughing like i was fine or stepping in front of cars because I enjoyed the rush of actually feeling alive. My sadness was being here week after week after week and hiding my sadness with a fake smile and laughing at every joke I didn’t find funny. It was breaking down after a harsh week but knowing I had to pull myself together before my family came home. It was only making it to the next week without anyone noticing how fucked up I was. It was losing all hope of getting better but still pushing thorough the day. It was being dead but no one noticed.

myotherpage001 (via myotherpage001)

[5000letters]

I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologise because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. If I love you at 5AM, I’d damn well rather that you know I felt it. If I love you two hours later, I’ll tell you then too. Listen, I won’t wait double the time it takes for you to text me back because I don’t want to. I don’t care enough to be patient with you. I’m happy, you made me feel that way, don’t you want to know? So that’s how it’s going to be. I’m going to leave myself as open as a church door. And I’m going to wake you up before the crack of dawn to tell you that I’m fucking joyful, no pretending, not from me, not ever. Would you like some coffee, would you please kiss me? Here, these are my hands, this is my mouth, it is all yours.

Azra.T “Don’t Wait Three Days to Text First.”  (via 5000letters)