What A Year This Week Has Been.

My face is having uncontrollable spasms. Great. It hurts really, really, really bad.

I think part of why I have trouble explaining pain to the doctor is when they ask about the pain scale I always think “Well, if someone threw me down a flight of stairs right now or punched me a few times, it would definitely hurt a lot more” so I end up saying a low number. I was reading an article that said that “10” is the most commonly reported number and that is baffling to me. When I woke up from surgery with an 8" incision in my body and I could hardly even speak, I was in the most horrific pain of my life but I said “6” because I thought “Well, if you hit me in the stomach, it would be worse.”

i made this image with immense power and i have no idea what to do with it

I actually would like to wear flowers and leaves in my hair every single day if that’s okay

Con todos, dulce como la primavera.

Con todos, cálido como el verano.

Con todos, reconfortante como el otoño.

Conmigo, frío como el invierno.

Pero cariño, el invierno es mi estación favorita.

What if clouds and lakes switched spots and every time you looked up you’d see waves being pulled by the moon and we’d wade through the clouds on a hot day. What if birds grew grass and the ground grew feathers. What if flowers were as tall as trees and trees as small as flowers. 

Las chicas tristes prefieren las duchas tibias, esas que adormecen el corazón y calientan el alma, las que queman la piel, esconden el llanto y sellan las heridas.

Las chicas tristes prefieren las duchas tibias por que siempre es mejor sentir ardor en el cuerpo y no en el corazón.

-AmeQuiela

you think youre so funny and cool huh. well you are. i love you

hmmm