It's almost 5pm on Christmas Eve. My skin burns and I'm tired of being who I am.

It scares me to think I won't find love. I want to be independent, to deconstruct the idea of love, to not see marriage as a goal, but I can't. I crave to have a relationship with someone who wants to be in my corner forever and is willing to make the bet with all the romantic stuff included.

Se imaginan que alguien quisiera casarse conmigo?

Can't wait to see if the next four years will be about war on my grandparent's homeland (Lebanon) or (inclusive) in my current homeland (Mexico).

Post a "literally me" character

for years scholars wondered how many toddlers you can run over with tanks before your country is considered "Bad" . probably about 4 million

i’m actually kind of depressed as hell today

Imma post these pictures since everyone here seems to be into cute cats. This is Kero 🧡

Huh... All I got was impostor syndrome.

Ya puedo volver a postear cosas super personales porque sólo Diego las va a ver :D

Es como Tumblr '09

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