Que Pase Lo Que Pase

La Vida A Través De Mis Ojos

  • Straight haired person: Just comb it!
  • Curly haired person:

tides:

showered-flowers:

have you ever just looked at someone and thought, my fucking god i adore you. i adore every goddamn ounce. i adore your bones and your soul. but I’m a loser, who just doesn’t wanna lose you. i can lose fucking everything, but not you. oh god. not you.

i wonder if anyone has thought this about me.

(via ohsofiah)

cr00x:

imsoshive:

The longer video of ol’ boy killin it!

This is my favorite video ever

(via goldcollars)

Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.

You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.

You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.

You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.

—Some things are better left unsaid.  (via fawun)

(Source: poppyflowerpoetry, via diamants-et-de-voitures)