Me siguen doliendo los escritos que te hice me pregunto si te dolieron de la misma forma que a mí.
-Louisonrisas
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Me siguen doliendo los escritos que te hice me pregunto si te dolieron de la misma forma que a mí.
-Louisonrisas
Y tuve que dejar pasar huracanes y tornados en mi vida para darme cuenta que la felicidad es un amanecer despejado después de una noche de tormenta
Persépolis
“You have the blood of a poet. You have that and always will. You show, in the middle of savage things (that I like), the gentleness of your heart, that is so full of pain and light.”
—Federico García Lorca, a letter to Miguel Hernández wr. c. April 1933
Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
— Caitlyn Siehl
LOVE FROM THE OTHER SIDE - FOB
Kaveh Akbar, "Famous Americans and Why They Were Wrong" from Pilgrim Bell
— Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen
[text ID: Maybe someday I'd be able to think it over calmly, in a brighter place than this, full of sunlight and flowers. But by then it would be too late.]
— Mayakovsky, Frank O'Hara
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of the witch
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Christine (1983)
You Were Like A Wild Chrysanthemum (Keisuke Kinoshita, 1955)
To my dear ghost, I confess that on those cold nights, dancing with you in the moonlight, your arms tried to warm my heart, but that warmth did not penetrate and instead, damaged me irreparably. These days, I still see you in my dreams.
— Lumière.
You always told me I would be better off without you. I used to think you were just insecure and you wanted the absolute best for me. That wasn’t the reason. It actually was a warning. I am better off without you and you knew it all along. It just took me a bit longer to figure this out.