"Lo peor es cuando eres insegura y bromean con tus defectos, eso te derrumba por completo"

¿Sabías que… En la antigua Inglaterra la gente no podía tener sexo sin contar con el consentimiento del Rey (a menos que se tratara de un miembro de la familia real). Cuando la gente quería tener un hijo debían solicitar un permiso al monarca, quien les entregaba una placa que debían colgar afuera de su puerta mientras tenían relaciones. La placa decía “Fornication Under Consent of the King” (F.U.C.K.). Ese es el origen de tan famosa palabrita.

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gaywrites:

Meet the faces of the “I’m Sorry” campaign, a group of Christians who go to Chicago’s pride celebrations every year to apologize for their past hateful actions against LGBT people. The group started in 2010 and has since moved to other cities across the world. This is what love looks like. (via the Advocate

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"Se besaban con la intensidad de quien se pertenece, ajenos al mundo."

"There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it."

All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)

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"There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it."

All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)

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¿Mi mamá es la única que se arrepiente de haberme tenido?

La bashe de datosh de virush a shido actualishada..

algun-dia-volare:

soy-un-unicornio-retrasado:

catlien:

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Ahakjhfdakjrehakjdthrbjdk3qhbwjadkhfkjdajda, Conchetumare! :$

chochetumare esta wea es chilena askjsadsa <3 

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La adolescencia es la pérdida de la inocencia.

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