diabla àngel loquita

@likedovesinthewnd / likedovesinthewnd.tumblr.com

she/her | thirties | latina | cancer
❤︎ free palestine | fuck ice ❤︎
❤︎ ABOUT ME ❤︎
ashley. she/her. thirties. queer. local weirdo. cancer sun aquarius moon/rising. latina as fuck. lover of iced coffee and weed. the sweetest bitch you’ll ever meet. twilight is camp. bush did 9/11.
free palestine. free congo. free sudan. fuck ice.
❤︎ ON MF REPLAY ❤︎
❤︎ RULES & BOUNDARIES ❤︎
it is your personal responsibility to curate your online experience. heed the warnings. do not try it here please and thank you.
• this is a multi-fandom blog. i do what i want.
• request are forever closed. i cater to me. byeeee.
current fixations: world class pedro pascal slut logan howlett enthusiast adrian chase is baby.
• my inbox is always open for asks/shenanigans.
• i don’t entertain anon hate or discourse.
• this is tumblr dot com so everyone chill tf out.
• fuck around. go straight to jail. blocked.
• i delete asks after 24 hours bc i can.
❤︎ LINKS & SIDES ❤︎
MASTERLIST - where i write sometimes.
MOODBOARD MLIST - where i get moody.
LIKEFICSINTHEWND - where i reblog fics.
MAMMAMIAGOTH - where i go to be spooky.

I wish people would understand that not everything is for everyone to get. you will be left out of some conversations, a lot of art will not apply to you, you will not like things that people you like enjoy, and just because you cannot add to the topic of discussion or relate does not mean that it is not valued or worthwhile. the internet has coddled people to such a concerning extent that everyone feels like they need to vocally disagree with something just because they don’t get it. Knowing something, and genuinely getting it are not the same. NOT EVERYTHING IS FOR YOUUUUU

if your nervous system is disregulated, it’s hard to let love in. it’s hard to love, because you’re busy making sure you’re safe. that’s why it’s important to meditate, sleep 8-9 hours a day, surround yourself with good people, nourish your body with wholesome meals, check in with yourself and what you need to heal from. fill your own cup.

The sun is flooding into my room as I write and I have spent the afternoon buying oranges and cheese and honey and being very happy after having for two weeks been very ill, because I can see every now and then how one must live in this world even it one's true full soul is not with one;

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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