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“We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via hplyrikz)
““I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.””
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince (via hplyrikz)
“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.”
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Murió esa parte de mí que aguantaba cualquier mierda con tal de no perder a alguien.
Dicen que cuando una persona ya no te importa la ves diferente. Pero tal vez, solo la ves como siempre fue.
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No sé qué pensaron los demás al verte, pero yo, desde el momento en que te vi entrar con esos ojos risueños y esa sonrisa tan bonita por aquella puerta, supe que la barrera que tenía todos estos años en contra del amor había desaparecido: comenzabas a gustarme.
— Manuel Ignacio.
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