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ala-place-clichy:

                                                   I want a night
                                                       with you.
                                                   I want to close
                                                     the curtains.
                                                I want to lay in bed
                                              and feel you breathing.
                                               I want the only noise
                                                   to be my inhale
                                              replying to your exhale.
                                           I want to trace my fingers
                                           along every line and curve
                                                    of your back.
                                            I want to feel your face
                                              buried into my neck.
                                              I want to lay like this
                                              and feel every worry
                                                        melt
                                          the same way that I melt
                                              when I am with you. 

Porque te ví, venir..
y no dude..
te vi llegar..
y te abrace..!
– (via nostalgicaosadia)
Te comencé por extrañar pero empece a necesitarte luego – (via ya-no-duele-tanto)
Anonymous said:
u take a lot of selfies. do u think ur pretty or smoething? ur not

croatoendean:

hi there, anon. i didn’t realize i took a lot of selfies. thanks for the info. so, your question was whether i think i’m pretty. you already answered that no, i am not. 

and i have to agree, anon. i don’t think i’m pretty bc i’m not.

i’m fat.

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i always have a double chin.

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i constantly look like i haven’t slept in a week bc of my dark circles

and, i always look sunburnt. idfk why

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i have this white line across my nose that makeup can’t cover up 

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i have tons of wrinkles on my forehead. like what the hell? i’m 25

also, it’s the size of fucking texas

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i still don’t know how to smile in pictures bc i hate my fucking teeth

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my feet are flat. my hips are huge. my boobs are weird. i am covered in stretch marks. my voice is grating. my ears stick out two miles from my head. i am always fucking sweating and i’ve been asked if i was pregnant more times than i can count. 

so, you’re right. i’m not pretty. i can’t stand the way i look.

which is why it’s so fucking important that i post “a lot” of selfies. bc, anon, you’d better fucking believe that if i look in the mirror that day and don’t cringe, i’m gonna take a fucking picture to save that tiny little second. and GOD FORBID i show the world that i posses a little self love every once in a fucking while. 

TO ANYONE READING THIS: DON’T EVER LET SOMEONE MAKE YOU FEEL ASHAMED FOR LIKING THE WAY YOU LOOK—EVEN IF IT’S JUST FOR A SECOND. IF YOU LOOK NICE, YOU TAKE THAT FUCKING SELFIE AND YOU SHOW IT TO THE GOD DAMN WORLD BC THEY DESERVE TO SEE THE GOD/GODDESS YOU ARE!

that beard finally coming in? go ahead, bro. take a selfie.

you finally got that piercing you’ve been wanting? not really my style, but you’re fucking rocking it. take a selfie.

your boobs look awesome in that shirt? take a selfie.

you finally lose or gain that weight you’ve been working on? take a selfie.

your eyeliner look awesome? your new sunglasses make you look like  a celebrity avoiding the paparazzi? you killing that tux? you feel a tiny, rare level of self love? you always on a high level of self love? you just like your face? 

TAKE A MOTHAFUCKING SELFIE!

thanks for the question, anon. this one’s for you.

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I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you. – Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)
Rant Time.

I really hate all of this more than anything.
I miss everything about you.

I miss our late night Skype calls, falling asleep together on Skype, calling you every chance I had, on my way to work, after work to tell you about how my day was… you were the only one who ever really cared…
reading to you, you reading to me, singing to you, laughing, silence between us as beautiful…never got tired of it.

having you stay over, cuddling, falling asleep next to you and knowing Id wake up next to you, knowing I was safe in your arms… was the best feeling.

feeling your lips on mine, on my body…


I know you’re my other half … I feel it in my heart… till this day I picture our wedding day, and what our house would be like …. but I shall deal with the consequences of my actions because im not what you want anymore..

yeah. I talk to people, but not like I did to you, no one compares to you.. no one.

id love to keep going but writing all that has me with the biggest knot in my throat and has me holding back a shitload of tears..
but since I cant personally tell you any of this, this is my 2nd option.
I love you..and I always will… more than anyone..ok?



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