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Life will never be fair. It’s just the time in which you forget that you exist. Those are the moments that with the smallest of momentum are a force still felt in retrospect. Moments that you wish you could drown in her eyes, beautiful dark pearls. Moments that you are intimidated, humbled down, and question what’s your life been this whole time? Surviving for everything and living for nothing? To have the knowledge that there is someone who moves with your waves and not against them? Someone who makes you write every miserable word and every miserable letter? And so you stay transfixed at how her hair looks so elegant. Beautiful as a night who never wished existed. She’s without a doubt something that sticks out in a sore thumb type of a way. I smile just thinking of her smiling and having her cheeks fill with rosiness. How her wide eyes just stare at me at times and I have to pretend like I don’t see it. But I do and I further my curiosity on what it could be? It’s a infatuation. Obviously..

ruinsmami

pull her hair away from her neck to kiss it

I remember the day that looked like night

Because my eyes were swollen blue

From crying

Tears of paper blue sea,

When in reality it was oceans by the dozen of tears because

I had you and I lost you

But mostly for not realizing

I was a vessel that only sailed through.

Today I smile at the sun.

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everyday-is-like-monday

Recuerdas aquella luna que iluminaba la arena bajo nuestros pies? Y el mar que venía y se iba como personaje errante? Aún pienso en el modo en cual todo salió, miramos el sol hundir bajo el mar eterno. Platicamos sobre el verano, la vida, y como preferías tu café. Y juntos vimos un cariño amanecer. Me mirabas, con ojos de primavera en los principios de Abril y el frío de invierno nos envolvía. Te ofrecí mi abrigo y lo rechasastes, bien que lo querías pero te hiciste la fuerte, la valiente contra el congelo de la atmósfera. Al último lo tomaste, me diste batalla pero mi abrigo era tuyo. Jugábamos, luchábamos y caímos encimados. Estabas bajó de mi y me mirabas como mirabas las estrellas que nunca pudiste nombrar, y te miraba bajó a mi como sabiendo que había algo profundo en los muelles de tus ojos, y mis labios estaban a punto de caer, pero me detuve, y te dije, “recuerda este día, como el día que lo pude haber hecho, lo debería de haber hecho, pero nunca lo hice” y me miraste con labios insensatos, y ojos anhelando una distancia perpetua, bese tu frente, y mi corazón no vivió ni un momento más. Nos paramos, caminamos entre la noche, y me abrazabas por atrás. Tenías tu mundo en tus brazos decías, y nunca te dije que el mío se acababa de encender en arrepentimiento, y que me ahogaba por dentro por no decirte esto: Te amo. Te amo y maldito es el tiempo, por ponerte en mi camino, a tal horas de mi destino. Quise amarte, y te ame, pero no pude amarte, no se porqué, maldito el tiempo y el destino de los dos, que nuestros caminos chocaron con la intención de herirnos. Me amabas, lo supe por el susurro de tu silencio, por la manera que tus ojos abogaban furiosamente la negación de tus sentimientos. Por el mero hecho que nunca lo admitiste.

Palabras que nunca te dije (via jaybird-throughmywindow)

Date: hey let's slow dance

Me: does the Macarena at 1/4 speed

sheizbombv2

me-versus-verses

It is obvious as the sun is bright that I can’t stop loving you. And I know that somewhere amongst my heartache and the presence of your absence, you will live undeniably, with an immortal reign of my thoughts.

J F. P. (via me-versus-verses)

me-versus-verses

I won’t chase a sun that doesn’t commit to the horizon of my lips. A sun that does not drink the passage of my skin or knocks on the windows of my soul. One that does not sink beneath the oceans of my essence or that burns with intensity to match my passion. I won’t settle for a sun that displays itself bright and mighty to be loved and admired if all it ever did was make me look for shade. I’d rather pray for rain and soak in her own light to be drowned in a truth, than to burn with a lie.

J F. P. (via me-versus-verses)

sixpenceee

Ghanaian artist Kwame Akoto-Bamfo’s outdoor sculpture dedicated to the memory of the victims of the Transatlantic slave trade is on display at the National Memorial for Peace and Justice that opened in 2018 in Montgomery, Alabama. (Source)

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aneternalfangirl

Oh my god you can feel the pain and horror

itsawhat

This was the most visceral monument I have ever scene. It makes you feel physically ill. It is beautiful, human work about evil, human actions that we must never ever forget.