Blessed is the breakdown.

I'm too compassionate. I lay eyes on the broken and rest being one. I'm destined to be hated. Such words and people may get me down, yet I don't confuse it with who I am. And contradicting enough, I'm still in search of my identity. Agnostic. I'm a free spirit. A beautiful disaster. I know what it's like when no one you know and love in your life isn't there when you need them the most. My arms and ears are open to anyone at any day at any time.

[travagliinteriori]

[wordsiwishihadsaid]

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me And all this devotion was rushing out of me In the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me But the arms of the ocean delivered me

[bordaelinha]

[lesbeehive]

[wordsiwishihadsaid]

How am I supposed to be myself if they all don't like what they see?

[wordsiwishihadsaid]

For I have existed, and not. I have loved...

[wordsiwishihadsaid]

Crying?

[lostinsofia]

[mascarponemassacre]

[wordsiwishihadsaid]

You just might not give a fuck.

but if you happen to take a second of your life to read this post, I'm deleting this tumblr and starting anew with another.

I'll be following most of you,

here's the url: lavalsedelamort.tumblr.com

[familyguyimages-blog]

[grave-shovel-letsgo-deactivated]

[misswallflower]

I think I deserve something beautiful.

Elizabeth Gilbert (via creatingaquietmind)

[live-and--let-die]

[whorecruxez]

[whorecruxez]

[den-of-dread-blog]