lídia, 14.
We’re all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?

I was living in a state of was perpetual deja vu, everywhere I went I felt like I already been there. It was like following a invisible man. The smell of dry blood, dirty foot prints circling each other, that aroma of old sweat like fried chicken, the feel of a floor still warm the fight the night before.

He wasn’t on my list, but he was a  b a d  person.

when kids get angry they deal with it in one of two ways. They either hurt themselves or they hurt someone else.

When you marooned me on that god forsaken spit of land, you forgot one very important thing, mate: I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.


I’m so impressed by girls who can put together a really cute outfit and do their hair and makeup really nice every single day like if I manage to shower and eat breakfast it’s a damn victory