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“Donde la gente está mal, es más probable que entren o se estanquen entidades de baja vibración”
@somosturbio en X.
Cuiden su salud mental.
A nadie le importan tus problemas. Todos tenemos suficientes problemas para que vayas por la vida contándole tus problemas a otros.
Si no te gusta algo, cámbialo.
The Letters of Sylvia Plath - Volume I: 1940–1956
“Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?”
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath
Charles Bukowski, "hurry slowly," from Come On In!
Marguerite Duras, from The Easy Life
Text ID: I was no one, I had neither name nor face. Moving through August, I was: nothing.
‘The Print Collector’ by Honoré Daumier, c. 1857.
“I wish I had someone to talk to, someone to dream with, someone to discuss life with. Maybe it's not a wish, it's a need. I'm needy for spiritual intelligence, for the after-hours break. I’m tired of worthless communication.”
Ilya Kaminsky, from "Musica Humana", Dancing in Odessa: Poems
The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1944–1947
Jamás te inspiré a decir que te inspiré alguna vez.
De haberlo hecho, imagino que no hubieras evitado mencionarlo. Es raro decirlo, pero tampoco quería callarlo.
Sin embargo, cuando me miro, ya no te veo a ti, por eso creo que, al igual que tú, yo también te he soltado.
Albert Geiger