El agua es vida. Porque sin agua no hay café.
Y sin café mato a todos
(via sirenitadechokodulce)
my insomnia is coming back and its trying to kill me in my bed
Insomnia #963,000,000
Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever going to find myself. Sometimes I wonder if I’m ever going to know what sleep is again. But most importantly I wonder if going through all of this is actually worth it? Questions that will probably never be answered.
I’m losing weight because I don’t want to be described as the tall thick girl, I want to be the tall skinny girl.
When I get skinny I will :
Wear short shorts with out feeling self counscious
Sit down without having to suck my stomach in
Wear any clothes I want and look amazing
Love being able to feel my collar bones and hip bones
Be the “skinny girl”
Be the one carried, not the one giving the piggy back
Be asked how I lost so much weight
Be happy
Just me,myself and I 