can you smell what the rock is cooking?


empandas de queso para ti y todos tus amigos jajajaja tambien hice un jugito de mango

gracias, tia roca

o m g

(via urlocalgarbagegirl)

Teacher: How much is a gram?
Me: Shit, Depends on what you want..

I miss you terribly

Why didn’t you ever tell me you missed me?

Or right. You never loved me at all. How could I forget?

I’m having a panic attack. Why didn’t you love me. What did I do wrong. What did I do wrong. I’m having a panic attack. I remember how happy you made me. I’m sorry I made you sad. I’m sorry I’m such a mess. I’m sorry I made you sad. That was never my intention.

Your voice is stuck in my mind. Just two words. When you said it, I believed it for the first time. “You’re beautiful”

Everything hurts. I can’t move. I’m sorry I wasted your time.

We promised so much to each other. Do you ever think of them? Well I do. I still can’t believe I actually thought you would keep them.

Remember when you called me your future wife? I don’t think I’ll ever forget that.

I have so much to say to you. I just can’t press send.

What is wrong with me? Why can’t I get over you?

“ There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”.


I called you my heart, and with you, I’ll always be home.