Lito Experiencing Period Symptoms 

If you ever find yourself unable to get up in the morning, catch yourself lying on your bed or staring at the ceiling for hours, I am here to tell you that it’s okay. The world may have already begun but even the sun take its time to rise. Take your time. Gather yourself. Close your eyes. Breathe.

Why is it not easy in the morning?

Si mis palabras pudieron ayudarte en algún momento entonces soy feliz.

Thanks, Ellen 😌

What a quality tweet.

REBLOG IF ITS OKAY TO TALK TO YOU.

After all these years,

I still yearn for you.

And after all these years,

Hope you brought a part of me

Even at the end of our story.

Whole world out there, but still I want one with you in it

What’s wrong with me is that one tiny ridicule or taunt could make my tear ducts unleash a waterfall

Exhausted

You know what’s the worst of crying?

It’s when you try to steady your breath, a tear escapes your eyes and suddenly you are a god damn waterfall.

It’s when a sound must escape your chest and you have this urge to stop it in your throat.

It’s when you can’t breathe out loud cause you know you’re gonna be on full bawling.

It’s when you have to put a hand over your mouth or bite something just to suppress everything and hope that if something else hurts you won’t notice the pain eating you inside.

It’s when your head starts to ache and hope you just fall asleep while holding tightly to your pillow or a blanket.

It’s when the world is quiet and the only noise you hear is coming out of you.

It’s when you thought you already healed and you remember the pain you’ve already forgotten.

It’s the worst of crying because while you want to release everything you can’t go looking at the past like it’s not affecting your present.

It’s the worst because no one can know. Not that you’re being stubborn or putting a brave face, it’s the worst because you chose to do it alone. Because you actually know what to do, you just don’t know how.

Tonight’s drama is on me. I dwell on it and guess whose heart hurts now? 🤷🏽‍♀️

Believe me when I say this is still Lena Luthor’s song to Kara Danvers. I mean, c’mon.

A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life. Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.

I’m rambling in here...

If you could watch Kara about not wanting to be Kara anymore (can’t remember what season) and watch Kara be just Kara again because of Lena. It still feels like Kara is lost. She still needs to choose herself for herself.

Lena is no stranger to pain, you see her trying to fix the world in her own way but in Lex’s words Lena will always fall into the light. Lena knows how to love, what she needs to accept is that she also needs to let herself be loved.