Te digo adiós, y acaso, con esta despedida, mi más hermoso sueño muere dentro de mí… Pero te digo adiós, para toda la vida, aunque toda la vida siga pensando en ti.
José Ángel Buesa (via cmonts)
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Te digo adiós, y acaso, con esta despedida, mi más hermoso sueño muere dentro de mí… Pero te digo adiós, para toda la vida, aunque toda la vida siga pensando en ti.
José Ángel Buesa (via cmonts)
They say you don’t get over someone until you find someone or something better. As humans, we don’t deal well with emptiness. Any empty space must be filled. Immediately. The pain of emptiness is too strong. It compels the victim to fill that place. A single moment with that empty spot causes excruciating pain. That’s why we run from distraction to distraction—and from attachment to attachment.
Yasmin Mogahed
And it’s amazing how much noise people ignoring each other can make.
Eoin Colfer (via creatingaquietmind)
But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via tasiturn)