where were you when I was still kind?
Posts by mag 🌱
i'm not exactly sure which wound is the one i belong to. i mean, the only way i recognize my skin is when it is open.
I loved my friend. / He went away from me. / There’s nothing more to say. / The poem ends / Soft as it began— / I loved my friend.
shinchanes ‼️
uf de verdad el agua de aquí gloria bendita
genuinamente me encuentro como el culo y todo corrigiendo exámenes q están tmb como el culo. bendiciones
colega comí potaje de lentejas y aubn las tengo dando vueltas... @_@
this has been a long year. heartbreak is so hard, and remembering feels like forever. but how beautifully human we are, to have cared so deeply for someone and to have offered so much love.
feliz cumpleaños!!! 🫶
holaaa pues un poco stressed por cosas varias q se me han juntado oof pero bueno quitando esto todo guay
fotiño de ayer q la gente del tuister vio....
i always carry a piece of you with me. even though we no longer speak. even though that version of you no longer exists.
i hope you get everything you've ever wanted & i hope i never hear a thing about it.
ayer con alvarinchi vimos pajaritos varios :)))
esta semana solo se curra ttes días.... bendito sea dios amén
últimamente doy más la turra por twitter.... soy @wikiotomes allí tmb
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Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, 'Love was here.' In the finer print, quietly, 'Love still is.'
no me estoy pasando tantonpor aquí pq últimamente doy más la turrilla (poca) por twitter
hunters have told me about the church. about the gods, and their love. but... do the gods love their creations?
he visto una cigüeña volando :)))
ya lo tengo reswrvado chicas feliz jueves
Y ESTO????
me he traído el libro q no era
a hacer la tarea de japo en el aula de expulsados idgaf
Growing up and seeing your parents' flaws is like losing your religion. I don't believe in God anymore. I don't believe in my father either.