(Source: renovation)
“Espero que te recuperes de eso que no hablas con nadie.”—
all clitoris are beautiful
(A.C.A.B.)
there’s something comforting in the fact that nothing’s really permanent. that no matter what i’m going through, who i am, what i think, what’s happening around me, it can always change. maybe good times don’t last, but at least bad times don’t last either. maybe i’m unsatisfied with who i am, but i’m not stuck that way.


