Chica con Joyas

I like cats, poetry, and jumping around in puddles.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

—Frida Kahlo

I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I’m beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn’t pleasant, it’s not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.

—Hermann Hesse, from Demian (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: havte, via englishmajorinrepair)




Please excuse me while I walk over your husband’s corpse like he’s nothing and upon entering the room, ignore your traumatised child in his crib and instead clutch your lifeless body in a demonstration of my love for you: creepy and entirely unhelpful

i love how everyone just knows what this is referencing

People who don’t put up with Snape’s shit are my favorite people.

(Source: odestayouhavemyheart, via reemsical)


i want a harry potter tv show

You prefer to think things over all by yourself, and you don’t like people peeping inside your head. Maybe that’s because you’re an only child. You’re used to thinking and acting alone. You figure that as long as you understand something, that’s enough. And that makes me feel afraid. I feel abandoned.

—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via larmoyante)

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Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.

—Anita Krizzan (via quotethat)