No todos los días me dejo querer, pero si me dejo querer, quiéreme mucho.
Poétesse (via alexandrave)
Un hombre debe ser como un buen café. Bueno, fuerte y caliente.
Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it’s everything in between that makes it all worth living.
As women, we are taught to be tiny. To have small bodies, to never be imposing. The ideal of our gender are thin and childlike, hairless and dainty. We are defined by our bodies; defined by our control over them. We are taught to obsess over our physicality and to be repulsed by our desires and intelligences.
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.
Michelle K., The Truth About Growing Up A Woman. (via fawun)
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
Buddha (via psych-facts)