Libro: Las noches que me rompieron.
Autor: Alexander Alay.
Disponible en Amazon. 📖🔥
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Libro: Las noches que me rompieron.
Autor: Alexander Alay.
Disponible en Amazon. 📖🔥
Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul
knotting that red string like a noose
Leonard Cohen, I'm Your Man // Carl Sandburg, At a Window // Richard Siken, Birds Hover The Trampled Field // John Koenig, The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows // IAMX, Bernadette // Jennifer Giesbrecht, The Monster of Elendhaven // Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener // Paul Anka, You Are My Destiny // Richard Siken, Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out // Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray // Amal El-Mohtar & Max Gladstone, This Is How You Lose The Time War // Erica Jong, Where It Begins // Richard Siken, War of the Foxes // Leonard Cohen, I'm Your Man
I am trying to love myself until I mean it, I do this one day and then the next
“If I Am Killed For Simply Living” — Althea Davis
— isa b. this survival hasn't been soft
"To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides." — David Viscott
A veces estoy tranquila y de repente me acuerdo que hay personas que me han visto con los ojos llenos de amor y aún así me han hecho mierda.
Just Let Me Love You
I should be hurt more than anything,
and somewhere, a voice taunts me
to be watchful
of things that could take my place.
But I’m afraid
you’ll just let go —
lost in spirals of self-fulfilling prophecies
that don’t have to become true.
Lost in ghosts past,
and burning futures
that may never come to pass.
Because I see you.
Underneath the rubble —
who you are.
I see the strength of who you can be —
if only you could see it yourself.
And I’m scared
you won’t give yourself the chance
to just love,
without fear,
this one time.
You’re not a broken thing, darling.
Let me take your hand
and show you love
that can be safe,
love that can be kind,
love you’ve always deserved —
while I give you the strength
to love yourself once more.
You gave me mine
when I was on the edge of death —
you brought me back to life
with who you are.
A gift to the world —
with that smile,
and that look in your eyes.
Your words spoke to me in poetry.
You made me feel alive
for the first time in years.
You healed me with your love,
and I felt something I could never shake.
I have seen your soul
when it felt safe.
The girl who made me laugh
like no one else could.
Who questioned who I was,
and saw me when most people only glanced. You found me, let me keep finding you.
I see you
as someone who creates
a life full of meaning —
not just for me,
but for herself.
Because you have it in you
to break the cycle
running through your head, my dear.
Don’t let fear and guilt
turn everything into ashes
drifting in the winds of loss —
because those ghosts
will haunt you
more than the paths not taken.
Just let me love you.
Congratulations on the marriage guys!!!! It's about time honestly
I don’t know if anyone has ever done this before but, here ya go… The Different Types of Fanfiction!
I probably left a few out, but these are the most common, compared to their base fiction’s canon plot. Enjoy! XD
The crack fic is enough for a reblog.
then there are these favs…. ;)
always reblog
Um yes this is genius.
And then there’s whatever I’m doing:
Cosas que no sabía que el dia de hoy haria:
Llorar por primera vez por ti.
Llorar por primera vez por alguien (en general).
Prometerme que seria la ultima vez que lo haria, por ti o por cualquier otra persona.
And sitting next to me, she looked at me and said:
—I know he loves you, you’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you too. I want to be happy for you, but I can’t ignore the truth, she doesn’t like you. You don’t have to please everyone, I know you, and you don’t care about winning everyone over, but you’ll try, you are trying, and it hurts me to think of you being mistreated… You always seem cold, but of the three of you, you’re the most fragile. I just don’t want the years to pass and for my daughter to regret it someday.
I couldn’t face my mom.
the lover’s almanac : part one.
Yes, i did
Can we just live together and fuck every morning and night and afternoon and every single second of the day