It Goes On

Me alegro de que te alegres.

Me haces sentir como una adolescente. Me alegro que yo venga mañana también. :)

The Story of Stuff with Annie Leonard

(everyone should watch this)

aretter: When you’re really into someone you’re going to feel hazy and...

When you’re really into someone you’re going to feel hazy and hyperconscious and all kinds of incongruous things; simultaneously ravenous and full, spent and electrified and lightheaded, it won’t make any sense. Your tolerance is going to fall out the window completely and you’ll start to feel…

Reblogged from Art is Spiritual

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I loathe when people think that I’m shy rather than introverted. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being shy, I’m just not, and they are two separate things. People cajoling me into social situations try to assure me that I “don’t have to talk to everyone” or that “everyone will love me.”

Bitch, of course they will like me. I am delightful. I just find prolonged social interactions to be extremely exhausting.

— Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert (via red-sky)

Reblogged from dream on.

Getting sick right before finals

Maybe wading out into 60 degree water (even though it was 90 degrees outside) was not the best idea.

My advice on life

whatshouldwecallme:

A few years ago:

Now:

Reblogged from #whatshouldwecallme

piixx asked: What is your favorite thing to cook?

This is a hard question! I love to cook. For me, it would be a tie between Thai green curry and paella mixta. The curry is challenging and it’s a lot of work, but it’s so delicious and so worth it. The paella will forever remind me of the time I’m spending in Spain, and it’s challenging yet delicious, too.

no quiero ser como cualquier otra chica en tu vida.

quiero ser la única en que piensas.

Reblogged from You're dead wrong.

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Yo no lo quiero, Amada.

Para que nada nos amarre
que no nos una nada.

Ni la palabra que aromó tu boca,
ni lo que no dijeron las palabras.

Ni la fiesta de amor que no tuvimos,
ni tus sollozos junto a la ventana.

— Pablo Neruda, Farewell

Mira, no me malinterpretes…

Quiero que mi novio aprenda español… pero no quiero ser la profesora. Es más fácil hablar contigo porque hablas español y árabe y catalán y inglés… es más divertido y más cómodo, aunque me hablas poco.