friend: you look stressed
me: haha yeah it’s the stress
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where’s my oscar for acting like i’m not falling apart
“Últimamente escribo menos. Poco. Nada. Como si la vida de pronto dijese: Apártate, ahora me toca escribir a mí.”
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(via bohemiofilosofico)
mentally i am living in a cabin in the middle of nowhere in the woods of oregon and it’s foggy and i am wearing a big sweater and baking banana bread
