Nubes rotas.

"I remember when I was three years old, diaper, I rubbed my hand on my belly … And I thought: "Does my belly will ever be smooth?" The verbal abuse when I passed by pre-teen was worse than any possible physical abuse. I always wanted them to have beaten me in the face and ran out with it soon, because the things they told me were marked and affected me until today , made ​​me the person I am today. bullying I suffered, they called me fat and horrible things.

Somos adictos a lo que nos destruye. —(via written—on—these—walls)

Halo, Alexandra Adornetto. 

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l’héritage en couleur by David Revoy: website | deviantart

this is heartbreaking

Me recuerda a Colorful :’)

I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening.

bad girls

spaece:

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Llámame María. Lo digo en serio, llámame
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