Just another sleep deprived science major.
can you smell what the rock is cooking?
empandas de queso para ti y todos tus amigos jajajaja tambien hice un jugito de mango
gracias, tia roca
(via latinobussy)@14 hours ago with 29783 notes
Anonymous said: I CANT EVEN HATE HIM. I WANT TO RIP MY SKIN IN ALL THE PLACES HE TOUCHED ME BUT I KNOW THAT WONT SOLVE ANYTHING. WHY DOESNT ANYTHING MAKE SENSE THE LAST TIME MY LIFE MADE SENSE WAS WHEN HIS LIPS WERE PRESSED AGAINST MINE I WANT TO SHREAD HIM FROM MY MEMORY LIKE I WANT TO SHREAD MY SKIN FROM MY BODY. I CANT HATE HIM. AND I HATE MYSELF BECAUSE OF IT. HE FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE THAT GAVE A SHIT ABOUT YOU AND IT WASNT ENOUGH. HIS EYES BEGGED ME NOT TO GO ANYWHERE AND THEN HE GOT UP AND LEFT.
@8 hours ago with 22 notes
You are more than the places he touched you, you are more than the way you felt when he kissed you, you are more than the pain he left behind.
Hold on to the rage—grip it tight, until it presses lines into your palms, then let it go. Let all of it go: the rage, the hurt, the loss. Things will make sense again, and until then, beat down the walls. Scream. Cry. Ache. And when you leave it behind, leave all of it. Step forward into the light and forget the boy who forgot how to love you. Take the love you gave to him and give it to yourself. You deserve it.
"I would have loved you enough for the both of us. Until then, I will run through the streets after dark holding a sign that says ‘I SURVIVED LOVING A MAN WHO DID NOT KNOW HOW TO LOVE ME BACK AND IT WAS GLORIOUS." - Azra T (x)