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What I have with you, I don’t want with anyone else.
(via perrfectly)
¿Por qué me gusta alguien que a penas conozco? Corazón por favor, deja de doblegar a mi cordura.
¿De qué mierda me sirve ponerme a pensar? Si cuando lo hago, comienzo a revivir problemas de los cuales ni siquiera me acordaba.
you know that feeling when you’re on your period and you take a shower and you feel so clean and relieved and nice but then as soon as you turn the water off it’s a race against you, gravity and time
I swear the last line made it feel like the plotline of an action film
It is a period drama
Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
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