Sólo yo te pido que te quedes en donde puedas alcanzar lo que quieras conseguir y en cambio tú me pides que me quede donde
puedas vigilarme hasta que te canses de buscar.

Bombay El Guincho (via pensamientosinundandomialmohada)

Canción jo-vial

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Anonymous asked: In the whole spectrum of sexual orientation where do you label yourself?

femme--perdue:

netflix

My veins are maps
leading to my heart
as they twist and turn
around mass and bones
and it shouldn’t be this hard
to love a person.

Michelle K., Six Months. (via michellekpoems)
A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.
I kiss your forehead.
A kiss on the eyes—lifts sleeplessness.
I kiss your eyes.
A kiss on the lips—is a drink of water.
I kiss your lips.
A kiss on the forehead—erases memory.

Marina Tsvetaeva, “A Kiss on The Forehead.”  (via versteur)

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