I am happy in my dreams, I do and feel what I always wanted. Why can’t I do the same in reality? Why in my head I am something that I’m not? I want to be the girl that is in my mind, that one who is herself all the time, that one who does’t hide from life. I want to be, just be.
No veo la hora de ser flaca y sacarme fotos lindas. Osea, en las que salga bien digamos.
"I’ve put some thought into this question and while I’m not sure if I’m going to get it across clearly, I will try. In regards to the relationship arc in City of Fallen Angels and City of Lost Souls between Clary and Jace: While the notion that love can either raise us or tear us down is…
Jajajaja, no se, segun mi experiencia, por mas que lei mucha ficcion, todo enriquece, y no por que se lea algo uno va a hacerlo/pensarlo, etc.