My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.
That’s not a yearbook.
That’s a hit list.
La pupila de tu ojo se expande un 45% cuando ves a alguien que quieres.

Mi mejor amigo es el mejor idiota que pudieron haber puesto en mi camino.
«Mejor Amigo»
just-another-awkward-wild-girl:
En la actualidad, el término ‘Mejor Amigo’ ya esta muy desgastado, ahora ya muchos lo utilizan con demasiada frecuencia, poniéndole éste título a cualquier persona con la que convivan todos los días, con la que siempre rían o que sé yo; pero déjenme decirles que están un poco equivocados. ‘Mejor…
Una sola palabra hubiese bastado para salvarme. Una sola. Una llamada, una caricia, algo. Un indicio de preocupación, de que te importaba. De que querías que siguiera viva. Pero hiciste oídos sordos, te hiciste a un lado. No me escuchaste. Te aclaré una y mil veces que me estaba muriendo, que necesitaba salvarme, que contaba con vos para hacerlo. Que sin vos me moría, que eras lo único que me quedaba. Te sentiste presionado y me dejaste. ¿Tengo que sentirme culpable por mi muerte? ¿O hay más de un culpable? Quiero decirte algo: podrías haberme salvado
- Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
- Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
- Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
- Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
- Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
- Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
- Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
- Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
- Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
- Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.
If you want to snort coke, fucking do it. If you want to be straight edge, fucking do it. If you want to fuck a bunch of people, fucking do it. Don’t let people tell you what you can and cannot do.

