Mind notes

I am lost and I`ll try to find me in that way.

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Lo que pasa

Lo que pasa es que no son conscientes de que para algunas personas nos fue difícil si quiera aprendernos a querer un toque.

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Duo

Ojos vidriosos, corazones vacíos.

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Nos hubiéramos quedado en la parte donde sólo nos mirábamos de lejos y no sabíamos ni nuestros nombres.

Sunset. 🌸

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Mi vida sin ti no es la misma, pero vamos, nunca dije que ahora fuera mala, de hecho creo que esta un poco mejor que antes.

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I want you to know that — i. It doesn’t matter that we ended. Life moves on. People forget. Friends become strangers. The ones that you love(d) change. ii. That doesn’t mean I didn’t love you. I did. In my own convoluted, messy way. I did. iii. I’m sorry I couldn’t heal the wounds in your chest, I tried. I’m sorry for creating them. I never knew that I was capable of hurting anyone like that until I hurt you. iv. But… I know that war is never one sided. Sometimes, sometimes I feel like I lost a limb in that battle too. v. When it comes down to it, I’m grateful for our moments of silence, our moments of peace, interspersed with laughter. I’m grateful for your kindness. vi. Maybe I’ll never stop writing about you. vii. But you should probably stop reading what I write. viii. The truth is that some nights I still feel unbearable. But I’m getting there, I’m getting there. Most days now, I feel alright.

Sue Zhao // A Letter

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To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend
trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought
something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.

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Happiness did not feel like I thought it would. It did not find me in a tearful exchange with my mother, or in a sunrise painted with colors so vibrant and exquisite that they seemed to be dancing across the horizon. There was no moment that transcended time and space in which I finally felt that all of my troubles had faded away into the background. Happiness was not an event. It was not a moment. It was a taxing and heartbreaking and pitiful process, but ultimately, it was magnificent, not in the sense of a Hollywood-worthy scene complete with the perfect soundtrack, but in the sense that for the first time in almost three years, I felt as if my life was getting better. In the end, happiness was not a moment or an experience or even an emotion. Happiness was hope.

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Cosas

Hay cosas que es mejor contárselas solo a Dios.

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Se escribe para llenar vacíos, para tomarse desquites contra la realidad, contra las circunstancias

Mario Vargas Llosa

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“Huelen a días soleados con mi amada, son tan simples y tan fuertes, color blanco y suaves.”

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Eres abrasivo y molesto. Sin embargo, apenas logro resaltar lo malo

llegas de una manera en la que sólo puedo ver lo bueno.

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Es terrible, hermoso y apenas soportable.

Tenerle cerca y no ser capaz de enfrentar la verdad

guardar silencios largo, queriendo saber qué es lo que sucede

esperando si lleva a algo más. 

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No nos gusta estar solos, pero aprendemos a vivir con eso.

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Cada día

Cada día me levanto con las mismas ganas de todo para acostarme con la misma sensación de nada.

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Necesidad

Sentir esa necesidad de preguntar si en verdad eres importante en la vida de esa persona, porque casi siempre sientes como si no importaras.