Soledad Y Café

22 inviernos. Alma en pena. Puerto Rico 🇵🇷. Lonely soul.

moonlitpoems:

“i’ve never walked into a room and had someone’s face light up. i’ve lived alone in this tiny apartment for years. through everything i do, i’m lonely. nobody calls me anymore, it’s like they don’t even know that i exist. ”

— j.e.b. ((about never being loved.))

niidaime:

the pope, or as i like to call him, the hokage of the catholic church

(via kyuhs)

(via narcotic)

(via i-just-want-to-sleep-forever)

thesexualquotes:

“let them miss you. sometimes when you’re always available they take you for granted because they think you’ll always stay.”

— @sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)

(via animalsnaps)

(via narcotic)

(via themoonknewmysoul-deactivated20)

fruta-y-menta:

“Sentir mi piel encenderse, sentir el rubor de mis mejillas. Sentir tu peso en mí y aún sentirme ligera, abrazar tu espalda y pegarte a mí, más, sí más, mucho más… Sentirte dentro de mi cuerpo, así como estás en mi alma.”

— Sentires, Coos

(via fruta-y-menta)