Salgo a la calle, todo normal. Tan “feliz” como de costumbre. Vuelvo, llego a mi casa, todo de la misma manera….llega la noche, la puerta de mi cuarto se cierra, saludo a todos: pereza, agonía, dolor, vacio, tristeza, rabia y depresion. Todos me oyen, todos me ven, todos deciden venir y abrazarme, sintiendo el frio de sus entidades. Derramo cada gota de cordura que me quedaba, de la cual no queda ahora nada

drowned-on-my-own-being:

Cuantas notas *.*

(Fuente: drowned-in-your-veins)

Benjamín Griss
(via elchicodelayer)

Me gustan las historias que se escriben en los días grises.

brightindie:

Don’t invite me anywhere last minute I enjoy doing nothing so I need to know ahead of time if my plan to do nothing needs to be changed

(Fuente: indiedreams)

crushis:

“We were told we were fighting terrorists. The real terrorist was me. The real terrorism is this occupation.” Mike prysner - US soldier fought in Iraq 2003.

“قالوا لنا أننا جئنا لنحارب الإرهاب، الإرهابي الحقيقي هو أنا والإرهاب الحقيقي هو هذا الإحتلال” مايك برسنر - جندي أمريكي قاتل أثناء الإحتلال الأمريكي للعراق 2003.

(vía thaeter-deactivated20170416)

wickedclothes:

This digitally sculpted Cerberus skeleton is extremely versatile – it contains 25 points of articulation, for a wide variety of poses. As you can imagine, they can be rather expensive – but we’re giving one away for free! It only takes a few seconds of your time. Enter to win here!

(vía ruinedchildhood)

unspoken—-words:

ALL BOOBS ARE GOOD BOOBS

ALL STOMACHS ARE GOOD STOMACHS

ALL THIGHS ARE GOOD THIGHS

ALL BODIES ARE GOOD BODIES

YES YOURS, TOO, AND DON’T YOU FORGET IT.

(Fuente: jellomarshmallow, vía nerd-ruins)