chingada más mala

{{ hey guys, it's been pretty gnarly lately so I've just let my queue go on here while I've been away but I've decided that this blog is now on hiatus. Some things have come up in my personal life with the ptsd and all and I need all of my energy to focus on it. Even thinking about rp scenarios ends up eating a lot of my time and energy lately so unfortunately I need to stop. Sorry for having to do this, but thanks for the good times discussed & rp'd with skully so far. There is a lot I didn't get to write out with them but the discussions are still good memories. I hope one day to come back here, please stay safe out there. }}

No todos los sueños se cumplen. Y claro, tú eras el mío.

Reblog this if your muse(Or at least one of them) likes/loves Halloween!

i don't wear eyeliner or black nail polish in a gendered way i wear it in a Gerard Way

The lack of sound is… unsettling. It forces you to take in the absolute chaos for what it is.

me overhearing plans and wanting in

i wish i was having a drink and getting bitch slapped by a wave in greece

Good to know the sirens are still singing