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Me estoy muriendo con los comentarios en You Love me? De mi pelirroja (olvide el user) pero es que son demasiado buenos, bro 

RIP Menta_Granizada 
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Solo unas semanas más en la cárcel y seré libre... 
          La planificación de los 50 años de mi colegio está muy ajetreada 

Today I am wearing lacy black underwear
          For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.
          And underneath that,
          I am absolutely naked.
          And I've got skin. Miles and miles of skin.
          I've got skin to cover all my thoughts
          like Saran Wrap that you can see through
          to what leftovers are inside from the night before.
          And despite what you might think,
          My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.
          But that doesn't matter, right?
          You don't care about how soft my skin is.
          You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.
          But what if all they do is crack open windows,
          So I can see lightening through the clouds.
          What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?
          What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?
          But that's not the story you want.
          You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.
          Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.
          I don't need to be the water in the well.
          I don't need to be the well.
          But I'd like to not be the ground anymore.
          I'd like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.
          Some girls know all the lyrics to each other's songs.
          They find harmonies in their laughter.
          Their linked elbows echo in tune.
          What if I can't hum on key?
          What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?
          Some people can recognize a tree,
          A front yard, and know they've made it home.
          How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?
          How long before I'm lost for good.
          It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.
          It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.
          But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.
          I keep finding stones tied to my feet.
          - Hannah Baker

I feel like I'm going to die slowly.
          - Many evaluations.
          -  @wattpad wants to take out his new currency.
          - I'm mixing many languages ​​in my brain. (Although I like it, I know, it's masochistic, I love having a headache for something I love)

Semana pasada día equis:
          Yo: Mi crush se va del país, muero lentamente. 
          Toddy: Seeeh... 
          Yo: ¿Te imaginas que sea mentira llegue al colegio y diga 'Te la creíste we'? 
          Toddy: No, eso no va pasar. 
          Yo: Si....
          
          Fin de Semana: 
          Twinny: Coño vale ¿Tú vas a seguir decaida? 
          Yo: Es mi crush, es díficil. 
          
          Lunes: 
          Compañeros:  #Mora se fue? 
          Profesora Guia: No. 
          
          Martes: 
          Él: Hola. 
          Yo: Ay dioj mio ya me morí. -le susurra a Toddy- 
          Toddy: Somos brujas, no pasó el primer día, pasó el segundo. 
          
          Conclusión: Toddy y yo somos brujas, mi crush no se ha ido del país, no lo supero.

Ayer fui a una mini feria del libro, estaba emocionada buscando libros y en eso vi la saga de #MazeRunner de James Dashner. @T0MANDO_T0DDY  sigo esperando el día para conocer a James Dashner y matarlo :)

"- ¿Por qué nos sonrojamos? 
          
          - Es algo involuntario que provoca nuestro sistema nervioso simpático, la adrenalina hace que los vasos sanguíneos se dilaten permitiendo el paso de la sangre gracias a un transmisor químico. "  --Díselo a la luna.

LLEGO LA YO A INVADIR TABLEROS!!
          HOLAAA MENTITAA

Anécdotas de Menta_Granizada: 
          
          Yo: -Duerme de lo más tranquila.-
          
          Hermana de dos años: -La despierta- faiooorr ohhh ohh ohhh 
          
          Yo: ¿En qué momento aprendiste? Qué miedo, Toddy sal de ese cuerpo.