Eda | New York City | Eighteen


The change in season and change in age

has me asking for new skin.

It will be soon that I’ll be walking clean and glistening and hissing at times if you’re in my way, I don’t mean to hurt, no worries.

Scales pulled by the rigidness surrounding me: friends and enemies , supports and nobodies,…

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
by ― Laurell K. Hamilton (via lejenndary)
There are years that ask questions and years that answer.
by Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (via observando)


Lana Del ReyCoachella, 2014
He’s devastated me but he’s also made me happier than I’ve ever been.
by Blair Waldorf  (via acceptvnce)
I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
by J.D. Salinger (via bl-ossomed)

5 Things They Don’t Teach you in Highschool:

1) You’re going to leave the house at 2AM, 16 with nothing in your pockets but 50 bucks and a bus ticket. It won’t feel real. You’re going to think you’re leaving, but you aren’t going anywhere.

2) Swallow your fucking pride and go back inside. Lock your bedroom door, put your hands over your ears, bring your knees to your chest and when you’re ready, let your walls disintegrate and the sadness flood in, because baby I promise you, you’ll feel better if you just let yourself drown. Even if it’s the third goddamn time that week.

3) He’s going to taste like Newports, Trident spearmint and desperation. You’re going to taste like Lime-a-Rita’s and anxiety. You will tell yourself you need this. But you don’t. I promise you. You don’t. You don’t.

4) You’re going to have girlfriends who fall for boys who treat them like absolute shit. Do not learn from them. If a boy calls you a bitch, spit in his face and leave.

5) Do it even if it’s the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. Even if you’re still convinced that he was hiding galaxies beneath his skin. Because baby I promise you, he was the always dark night sky and you were always the full moon. No question bout’ it.

by Abbie Nielsen - passionandcoffeestains (via bruisedbbygirl)
Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.
by Anna Quindlen, Every Last One  (via incessantcoffeedrinking)

can i be her please







Andalucia, Spain

spain y u so beautiful

omg that’s my country miss it so much it is so beautiful

Bucket list

Indie/Gypsy posts here xx

I’m assuming we’re speaking about jose callejon heree

my country again xxxxxxxx luv u luv u