Pero no llueve.
Pero no estás.
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Pero no llueve.
Pero no estás.
Contigo me atreví a ser yo misma, a mostrar mi verdadero yo, a ser lo que soy cuando estoy sola, me atreví, y ahora dices que soy fastidiosa, cuando siempre te pareció que era genial ser yo misma contigo.
Me duele todo a leer tus palabras, pero está bien, siempre has sido así conmigo.
Me veo en recuerdos y como me duele verme tan triste.
-Ela
Ya te cansaste de mí ¿No es así?
Normalmente nos enamoramos en los atardeceres.
“Espero que el momento adecuado llegue algún día, entonces estaré dispuesta a dejar que esto muera. Seré capaz de mirarte a los ojos y decirte que no soy tu premio de consolación.”
— Girl in red - Midnight Love. (via espirales-infinitos)
Ig:fede.calde
Cuando vuelves aparecer en mi mente, todo se vuelve triste alrededor mío, es extraño.
En mis insomios, extraño estar en tus brazos mientras tu duermes, sentir tu calor, sentir que estas ahí, que no va a pasar nada.
Una vez dijiste que contigo estaría segura, contigo estaba a salvo, desde que te fuiste no me siento segura ni a salvo.
Ahora entiendo, que todo es temporal, contigo fue temporal.
Te sigo queriendo y esperando.
Siempre tuya, A.
Y aunque siempre estuvo acostumbrado a tener muchas musas, ella lo marcó de por vida...
Camila
Me cuesta mucho creer que alguien se quedaría con una persona como yo.
Women in Mexico disappear.
Today is a historic day in my country, we’re fed up with gender violence in Mexico. They’re killing us. Picture this, you can’t walk outside your own house because you fear the worst, you fear that your clothes are too revealing, you fear that you’re too alone, you fear that you’re walking the wrong streets. Day after day you wake up to the news of another feminicide. They’re killing us. You see it, you hear it, you fear it. What if I’m the next one? You’re always wondering. They’re killing us.
10 women are killed every day, only because they’re women. And it doesn’t matter where we are, what we’re wearing, who we are. It’s not our fault, because they keep killing us.
If we keep up at this rate? What’ll be of us?
Yesterday we marched.
(None of the pictures are mine)
“I march because I’m alive and I don’t know until when.”
“Today, all our voices aren’t together because, from death, one can’t scream.”
“We’re not hysteric, we’re historic.”
“Mom, if you don’t find me, look up for me in the stars.”
Yesterday we screamed. We flourished.
“Mom, don’t worry, today I’m not alone in the streets.”
Our monuments bled to represent us.
We screamed.
But not today, today march 9th 2020. We silenced ourselves.
Today, we disappeared. No social networks, not a single woman in the streets, not a single woman working, not a single woman studying, not a single woman at any store.
What would Mexico be without us? If you don’t want us in the streets, fine we’ll disappear.
Without us, you’ll collapse.
Mexico woke up with no women ticket-sellers in the subway stations, no women tellers at the bank.
No women’s column on the newspapers.
No women at their jobs.
No women at school.
No women on the streets.
Mexico woke up with no women.
We can’t accept what we can’t change, but we will change what we can’t accept.
We are angry, and we will rise. Because without us, you’re nothing.
lonely girl