fall again.
fall again before your pretty eyes.
almost home
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@darksideofclouds
fall again.
fall again before your pretty eyes.
tomé entonces el libro que estaba leyendo hacía unas horas y se abrió, por fricción, en la introducción del segundo capítulo, donde había guardado un pequeño dibujo de una mariposa a modo de separador. un buen amigo me lo había regalado. busqué el teléfono para tomarle una foto, pero mis manos siempre han sido torpes, por lo que dejé caer el aparato sobre la mesa tratando de enfocar la imagen con la cámara. accidentalmente había abierto tu conversación en esa caída y solo leía tu última pregunta:
¿Estás bien?
¿y quién puede estarlo? ¿acaso alguien está "bien" así sin más en esta vida? recuerdo cuando tenía aún diecisiete años y solía mentirme a mí misma y a los demás diciendo "claro que estoy bien, yo siempre estoy bien", esperando algún día creerlo, esperando que algún día me creyeran. esperando que algún día lo estuviera.
ya no puedo ser más esa adolescente que siempre supo que no se sentía bien, pero le bastaba bromear unos segundos para que todos los problemas inocentes e inmaduros desaparecieran.
porque los demonios que me persiguen desde entonces también dejaron la adolescencia.
Es complicado cuando lees el pasado que ya habías olvidado
Y no es tan fácil comprender
No verte y tus motivos
Y siento tantos celos
Y soy tan inseguro
eso espero
Frase de Martin Carrizo el 07 de diciembre de 2021. { Arte: Fanpage365.}
i still remember the day i just cracked crossing the street. i was sending a voice message to my friend just venting about the situation until i couldn't take it anymore and started crying. i was upset about everything. i was hurt, i felt stupid, i didn't know what to do, i felt lonely, i was confused, i felt worthless, i wanted to run, i wanted a cigarette, i wanted to scream, i wanted to get in bed. everything was about me in that brief moment, it was my feelings just flooding me. world was indeed falling over my head, i felt it pulsing and my voice was so raw. i just kept going, that day i sent like twelve not-exactly-short voice messages from the place i was in until i got home. i couldn't stop talking. what was i going to do now? what was i going to do with all those feelings, with all that information? where would i store them? should i just forget about it and pretend it was never there? how could i get back to normal?
nothing was normal anymore. nothing has ever been normal again since that day.
you know, being alive and feeling alive are two different people.
Esperé tu mensaje mucho tiempo, pero un día, me levanté por la mañana, acepté que todo había acabado y seguí adelante; es hoy y aún no has escrito, tomé la mejor decisión.
CosmicBoy.
idk dude.
No me mató, pero me dan ganas de morir cada vez que lo recuerdo.
— Seguen.
yep.
Absurda Melancolía.
jaja.
oh but he stabbed me. he stabbed me right in the center of my brain. my heart he didn't even touch. that's when i knew it was over.
i was falling in love in the worst way possible: consciously.
happy Thursday the 20th
I’d have to wait months or even years for another chance to reblog this, so why the fuck not?
next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th
August 2015
October 2016
April 2017
July 2017
September 2018
December 2018
June 2019
February 2020
August 2020
You know, just in case you wanted to set your queue for the next 6 years
TODAY
Since it’s now August 20, 2020… The next days you can reblog this on a Thursday the 20th:
May 2021
January 2022
October 2022
April 2023
July 2023
June 2024
February 2025
March 2025
November 2025
August 2026
If you wanted to set your queue for the next six years.
THANK WHATEVER COSMIC BEING IS OUT THERE THAT THIS CAME UPON MY DASH HAPPY THURSDAY THE 20TH!!!!
happy Thursday the 20th guys
Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a Tumblr post with this many notes. See you all in April!
HAPPY THURSDAY THE 20TH @hellsite-hall-of-fame
IT’S THURSDAY THE 20TH
see y'all next year.
de qué me sirve a mí
que me miren y me toquen
que me vean y me rocen
todos los que quieran
si los únicos sentidos
que quiero sobre mí
son de ti y los demás
de qué me sirven.
your name leaves my mouth like the smoke i blow every time i think of you sitting on this bench.
soft.
harmless.
i take photographs of flowers that remind me of your face and your legs.
warm and almost liquid.
wet.
i lick my lips nervously trying to remember all the things that tie me to you. tied.
fast.
angry.
and then it mixes with the air.
and your memory vanishes into the night.