no puedo más. no puedo creer que te dejé hacerme esto. 


Cerré mi facebook, mi instagram, whatsapp, sólo dejé esta red social para vivir las cosas pequeñas de la vida, no pasar mi día entero pegada a un celular. Quiero ver si la gente que realmente me necesita me llamará o vendrá a ver, desde que estoy en tratamiento me estoy aprendiendo a querer, a no esperar cosas de la gente porque cualquiera te puede dar la espalda, cada vez disfruto más a mi familia y hago cosas para crecer como persona, me centro en mis estudios y mis planes a futuros, quiero vivir mi vida, que sea una linda historia para contar, no seguir matándome sola. Siempre se está a tiempo de hacer las cosas bien e intentar llegar a la felicidad. Ésta soy yo♥=}
  • Driving with Dad : "Faster", "Overtake!", "Speed up"
if someone asked me what it was like to be in love, I would tell them that it is terrifying in the best of ways. you are afraid to love them, but you can’t remember a time when you didn’t and just the thought of that being possible rattles your bones and paralyzes you with fear. when you’re not with them, you’re thinking about them, dreaming about them. everything reminds you of them. whistling winds sound like the earth whispering their name and the morning birds sing their favorite song as the sun rises and pours through the blinds of your bedroom. their touch is like a thousand lighting bolts at once, but it doesn’t hurt in the slightest. it’s electrifying and it makes you feel alive. if someone asks your favorite color, you bite your tongue before you can say the color of their eyes and when they ask where home is, you’re seconds away from muttering “his arms” because you were always told that home is where the heart is and you’ve never felt safer than when wrapped in his warm embrace. if someone asked me what it was like to be in love, I would tell them to imagine being blind their entire life and suddenly gaining vision to see the sunset for the very first time; the sky being painted with colors they didn’t even know existed. I would tell them it’s like the first day of summer, riding with the windows down and singing a song at the top of your lungs with the ones you love most. the feeling of the warm sun on your bare back. the familiar smell of home after you’ve been gone for weeks. I would tell them that yes, I am afraid, but you make all of this worth it. and if the time for regret ever comes, I will throw out every watch I own because I could never regret something that once filled me with so much joy. going through journal entries I wrote about my boyfriend (via goodfrickinbye)

in progress


"I don’t love him but he’s here and you aren’t"

This hit me like a fucking train
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer. Azra.T “this is how you keep her” (via 5000letters)
Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself. (via thedailypozitive)
Simplicity is not a simple thing. - Charles Chaplin (via thedailypozitive)


arteries will always hold a special place in my heart