…I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into...– Haruki Murakami (via kari-shma) (via quote-book)
Cuando era pequeña mis padres me decían: “Nosotros no pudimos estudiar porque no...– “Si España no quiere saber nada de mí, yo tampoco quiero saber nada de España” · ELPAÍS.com (via milleiro)
The thought, when written down, becomes less oppressive, but some thoughts are...– Vladimir Nabokov, Invitation to a Beheading (sugarvapors) (oyvague) (via sisterspock)
A veces la gente aparece en tu vida y sabes de inmediato que estaban destinados...– Anónimo (via celiacupcake) (via whensungoesdown, sabsor)
Let’s be honest, the last person you texted is? my brother What were you doing at 8 this morning? sleeping Do you say sexy a lot? no Do you have any gay friends? close friend? nope Honestly, has anyone seen you in your underwear in the past three months? yep Are you ready to get out of this town? I wasn’t ready to even come back, so go figure! Whats more attractive: when someone...
All of a sudden I miss everyone– Explosions in the sky. (via lemurtripolar) (via mysocalledthoughts)
All I've done today is missing you...
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It is almost always around the same time, every night, when memories start coming back. But they are not bad memories. I can’t actually recall everything perfectly, but there are some details that prevail, that always will. Different little parts of a whole. I feel like I have lost so much, yet gained so much more; but I still feel that something is missing. I miss something, everything. I...