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@nicolexivworld
Cuánto daño te han hecho para creer que no mereces que te escuchen, cariño yo escucharía tu voz por siempre.
La sinfonía del alma.
yo quiero mucho, pero a mi me quieren muy poco.
— an angel cried.
Quiero decirte lo que me pasa pero sé que en cuanto comience a hablar mi voz se quebrará.
me: i need to sleep
me: *masturbates*
“Deseo y quiero tener un cuerpo perfecto.”
—
and patience
and compromise. and learning.
Giving up pride
^^^
And communicating.
forgiving what exactly?
Forgiving the fact that they’re people who are working through their past, like you, and will occasionally project their past traumas on you the way you might with them. Forgiving yourself, because growth takes time, and learning to be a pair is more work than just being on your own. Having partners you trust to forgive those moments where you might fall, help you back up and move forward, in my opinion, builds up the trust and love you need for a thriving relationship.
That last comment was beautiful.
Hacer las paces para dejar de pensar todas esas cosas que solo nos dañan.
Until you can’t breathe, until you can’t move, until it ends you…
dímelo, quiero saber
ig: astr0_fobia
que el amor significa dolor xd
Hecho por: @fzdibujos
ven, q tengo pena
“Lo sentía ir y venir, cada vez menos; hasta que se hizo tan delgado que se filtró entre mis dedos para siempre.”
— Juan Rulfo. Pedro Páramo. (via el-jujeniodeletras)