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un principio con olor a fin, 7 días en picado . no sé si voy parriba o sigo pa bajo . igual es tocar fondo
F. Scott Fitzgerald // Charles Bukowski
Franz Kafka, The Diaries of Franz Kafka: 1914-1923
“We talk so much of light, please let me speak on behalf of the good dark. Let us talk more of how dark the beginning of a day is.”
— Maggie Smith, from “How Dark the Beginning” (via voirlvmer)
“Everyone says love hurts, but that is not true. Loneliness hurts,rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again. Love is the only thing in this world that does not hurt.”
— Liam Neeson - (hatin)
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My special talent is assuming our friendship is a burden on you and you dread hearing from me. So then I stop talking to you to ease the load and ruin what we had
I had her name memorised for so long. Saw her face so often when I closed my eyes - even though I’d only ever seen her in photographs. Then, this morning I woke up and realised I couldn’t remember it anymore. I assumed it was just because I was tired but, all day, the thought has been flitting in and out of my mind. I can’t remember her name. Her face is a blur. I don’t know what I’m trying to say here - nothing profound. Only that sometimes the moving on happens so suddenly it takes even you by surprise. Sometimes your mind ejects the memory so perfectly and elegantly it takes a while before you even realise its gone.
I’ll choose honest over perfect every single time.
are you okay?
difficult question