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Hablamos tanto de la lluvia que un trueno acabó atravesándome la garganta y tuve que escapar. —Tu vida o tu corazón —me dijo alguien.—Quiero pasar mi vida en el suyo —le dije yo. Pero eso no era posible. Era tan imposible como un amor platónico cumplido, como tú y yo cumplidas, como tú, Cómo pedirte que te quedaras después o vinieras antes, Cómo mantenerte encendida al otro lado de la calle viéndote por la noche sin poder tocarte y no consumirme en el esfuerzo de querer tu imposibilidad al lado de mi almohada, Cómo negarte a ti y no negarme a mí en el intento, Cómo olvidar tu pelo, Cómo fingir que no estás detrás de cada palabra que me perturba, Cómo pretender saber no echarte de menos y conseguirlo, Cómo asentir creyendo que es cierto eso de que “Es el frío el que hace las ausencias más largas”, cuando ahora, la única que existe es la tuya en medio de este incendio de cenizas. Te acabas de ir  y tus ruidos ya se escuchan por las noches. Era tan imposible. —Tan imposible como pedirte que te quedaras conmigo—.

Fragmento, “Llovimos tanto que me ahogué” Elvira Sastre. (via la-sociedad-es-una-porqueria)

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I was sixteen. We were young, dumb, and always drunk. Some would say I was in love I was sixteen. My life was happy And in your arms I could easily fall asleep. I was sixteen. With a happy mother. When I called her you would flirt with me. I was sixteen. Stars in my eyes and whiskey in veins. All of the world could see you were my everything. I was sixteen. After years of pretending and empty smiles I finally found someone who truly believed in me. I was sixteen When you told me that I deserved to be free So my heart grew wings and began to soar. Now I’m twenty one. Always stressed and depressed In a constant state of grief and disbelief. I’m twenty one Getting drunk Saying I need to run from memories. I’m twenty one You ask me why I’m crying With a shot of tequila in each hand I’m twenty one When my world implodes And honesty finally leaks through I’m twenty one With plenty to run from But I’m not running away I’m twenty one Swaying in the wind With me, you, and memories I’m twenty one When you hear the truth. …. I only drink to chase sixteen.

Sixteen (via keep-chasing-the-sun)

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The actual definition of Tyler Joseph 

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Omg…..😔.

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Little Evan❤️

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“Are you high enough without the Mary Jane like me?” - Gasoline by Halsey.

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"Angels can fly" She whispered and jumped

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https://www.instagram.com/p/_T6ZR6KfMa/

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Mommy clip

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Antoine Olivier Pilon for XOXO Magazine

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