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Solo espero que estés donde estés, seas feliz, porque a mí tu partida me dejó vacía.
Gi.
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des-vanecido · 5 months
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«Tal vez si sea sensato, dejarte en paz. No puedo insistir en dónde no tengo lugar».
— Dorian A
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leregirenga · 1 year
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No tengo certeza en el amor, es bien cierto.
Lo único que se es que la vida nos lleva a elegir ciertos caminos, quien decide quedarse y lanzarse a la aventura con nosotros, es súper! Pero hay quien no le apetece y toma otro sendero diferente. Eso está bien; somos dueños de nuestro destino y emprendemos el viaje hacia donde nos conviene.
También se que si eso fue lo que aconteció, es porque fue la manera más amable en que la vida nos dijo: esto no es para ti.
Podrá doler de momento, pero el tiempo y nuestra resilencia lo curan todo. Nada es eterno ni para siempre.
Estoy contenta con el rumbo que he marcado para mí diario vivir y agradezco tener lo que tengo, estar donde estoy y tener a quien tengo.
Los que se fueron, que bueno por ellos, estoy segura que están mejor sin mi, así como yo estoy bien sin ellos. Y dejo que cada día me sorprenda de la mejor manera.
Leregi Renga
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arte-inmortal · 4 months
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Sí realmente me acepto
No haré caso cada vez que: me humillen, se burlen de mí y me rechacen. No le daré tanta importancia a lo que digan de mí y en cómo me traten. Aceptaré todo de mí aunque no esté orgullosa de algunas cosas. No me avergonzare de nada de lo que soy, ni de lo que fui, ni de lo que seré. No me tomaré las cosas personal. No negaré nada ni daré explicaciones. Seré educada porqué no me sentiré menos, porque no tendré ningún problema conmigo. Quizás los demás tengan algún problema conmigo, quizás les caigo mal pero yo no tengo ningún problema conmigo. Así que el problema es de ésas personas. Cómo yo no tengo ningún problema conmigo ni con ésas personas, podré salir sin miedo, podré dejar el miedo atrás para siempre. Dejaré la KariCueva. Seré yo aunque a nadie le guste, aunque me quedé sola. No me voy a deprimir porqué no me den respeto ya que yo misma voy a respetarme. Seré: rara con orgullo. Porqué nadie tiene que aceptarme pero yo sí me voy a aceptar y me voy a tratar con amor. Los demás sólo me reflejan el: rechazo que siento de mis defectos, de mí misma. Pero sí yo tolero y aceptó a los demás con sus defectos, también haré lo mismo conmigo. Me acepto con todo porqué todo es lo que me hace ser yo y ser yo es válido.
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indirectassad · 3 months
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Lucifer tuvo el cielo y no le fue suficiente.
Hay gente así...
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pinktrapped · 1 month
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WHEN YOUR BESTIE PICKS A FLEA OUT OF YOU TO EAT IT
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elbiotipo · 2 months
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I agree actually I th-GIVE THAT LITTLE GUY A WHAT
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cartas-de-luchi · 3 months
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Me da miedo todo esto que soy por dentro; el caos y la tristeza, lo roto.
Luchi
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todtomatoes · 3 months
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I did this instead of studying calculus, my teacher would be very proud.
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Lo único que pido es tener a alguien ahí para mí cuando los días se sientan interminables, cuando la tristeza y la desesperación me encierren dentro de un cuarto oscuro.
Lo único que pido es que alguien me recuerde que mi existencia le hace feliz.
Un abrazo cuando me vea, un mensaje de buenos días, un apapacho al final del día.
Pero al parecer es demasiado.
Gi.
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bubbarnes · 3 months
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“... you're like, not missing much on LinkedIn”.
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leregirenga · 1 year
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Indisimulada
No puedo disimular este cuerpo, no tengo donde esconderlo.
No soy frágil. No soy delicada.
No soy débil.
No cumplo con el canon. Y se me nota.
esta ruptura de límites
No puedo disimular este desborde esta okupación (i)lícita estas carnes (sobre)salientes. No puedo disimular que soy fuerte, No puedo disimular el sonido firme de mis pasos, ni que estoy segura de mí misma, por dentro, y en todos lados.
por fuera,
No puedo cumplir con tu deseo de odiarme a mí misma, de sentir vergüenza de lo que soy o de sentir vergüenza de no sentir vergüenza de lo que soy.
No puedo.
No puedo porque no quiero.
No quiero porque me importa una mierda. Me importa una mierda porque me amo.
Me amo porque todo me importa una mierda. Por fin.
Magda
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okiroash · 8 months
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Grick!
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miguelhugger2099 · 1 month
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Punk!Miggy using Pastel!Reader’s hair ribbons as handlebars as he takes her doggy style 🤭🤭🤭
me when i’m NOT TAKING REQUESTS but the miggy simps discord server went ballistic with the punk!miguel headcanons (you KNOW who u r) 🫵
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You were too soft for him, too sweet, it was intoxicating. Miguel loved to look at you when fucking you. Normally he did missionary, the sight of your face moaning and teary eyed from his cock was better than any position he could’ve put you in. If not missionary, then at least any position where he sees every single reaction.
So far, because of your inexperience, you never really asked him of anything kinky except now.
At first, you came to him shyly. It’s already a few minutes into making out, his ringed fingers bumping against your swollen folds as he curls them inside you. Miguel always preps you first, easing you open for his girth to slip inside.
But you stop him with a hand on his chest. “Wait, can we…” You lick your lips, your cherry lipgloss smeared off you and transferring it onto his lips. “I-I wanna do something different. Try something different.”
Miguel cups your chin between his thumb and index finger and gives it a little squeeze. “Of course. Que quieres, mi muñeca?”
He expected you wanted some more praise, you did love his sweet talking. Or maybe even some extra foreplay on your wet cunt, you always creamed earlier than normal when the ball of his pierced tongue lapped up inside you.
He’s pleasantly surprised when you’re on your knees, arching your ass up with your head turned over you shoulder. His cold silver bracelets graze your ass as he gropes the flesh in his hand. You feel his jewelry run down your back and stopping at the nape of your neck. It makes you arch higher, presenting yourself to him like it was the first time.
The new angle is heavenly and it’s much easier to roll his hips in thorough strokes, slowly becoming used to the sight of your ass jiggle when you back up on him. His hands grip your hips, pushing you on and off his cock while he rolls up, stuffing you and feeling your slick coating his balls with each plap, plap, plap.
For you, your knees shake, body weak when he decides to start slow—like always—to tease you. His tip hits your walls and your pussy pulses and clench when you tighten around his throbbing vein. You desperately want to go faster but Miguel keeps you at his pace, enjoying the view of your body jerking forward, eyes half lidded against the pillow.
Today, your hair is in pigtails, your usual signature white ribbons tied to the scrunchies tied in your locks.
An idea lights up in his mind, his cock twitching with agreement. Miguel reaches forward to grab a pigtail, tugging the white ribbon along with it, and pulls your head up and back. You gasp and quickly set yourself straight with your palms on the sheets, neck bent backwards as he pulls you back. A whimper escapes your lips, pussy fluttering in excitement—which he notices.
“Oh, you like that?”
Your body arches, ass slamming against his pelvis as he makes you feel him, securing his hand around your hair. Fingers curl into the sheets and your arms are tense to keep yourself upright while he ruts into you.
Eyes rolled back and your moans are stuttering since he makes quick and hard thrusts against your body. Each rough fuck makes your tits swing that makes you wail in embarrassment and arousal.
He grunts and pants heavily as he’s overcome with desire. The pretty bows compared to the whore like position you wanted to try- your pretty makeup smearing down your cheeks from the pain of his pulling and the pleasure of his cock ravaging you in a new area. One that directly hits your spot to make you cum.
You scream and shudder, body tensed and weary from being used from behind. You need a minute to catch your breath, to process after trying something new but Miguel holds you up.
His hand is practically glued to your pigtail and when he feels you falter forward, he drags you back up again and keeps pumping. He hears you babbling and crying, whining about your sensitivity but he feels you. Your body is sucking him in deeper, your body can’t lie to him.
Miguel becomes addicted, adding his new favorite way to fuck you. He can never look at your pigtails the same way again. Not when you moan so prettily, forcing your mouth open by yanking your head back and seeing the way your white ribbons flail around while your cunt gushes around him, body bouncing on his cock.
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A/N: i hope i described it as well as i wanted to i was stuck in the mental image of it all 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫
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vamp-yro · 28 days
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indirectassad · 2 months
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"Judas demostró que no todo el que besa, ama"
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