Libre, linda, y loca.

Stay golden mi gente, la lucha sigue!

xoxo,
Maria Isabel.


I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

- Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)

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corazonesconcafe:

Y nos cuesta detenerles….
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bahbumplug:

when u put on a song u like at a party that no one knows

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(via crave-my--thoughts)

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richxsoul:

Sad how accurate this is
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tarassein:

life at night
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sunshine, sunshine.
What you want? I’m that motherfucker
Baby, I’m that motherfucker

- Ricky Hil

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