eyes cant shine

[riffatmatinpoetry]

Crisis mode is temporary. I am stronger than this moment of panic. I am going to be okay.

Affirmation of the day.

(via

riffatmatinpoetry

)

[desorden-en-letras]

Nunca imagine que iba extrañar tu voz diciendo mi nombre

mimibaliz (via desorden-en-letras)

[fridajimenamu]

“The idea of missing him more every day terrifies me”

—

[rincon-de-amor-grr-blog]

“Y te vas porqué es más fácil alejarse, que luchar por lo que realmente quieres.”

—

[unaescritoraposesiva11]

“Pareciera que es mas fácil dejarnos, pero eres un fantasma conmigo caminando”

— Natalia Lafourcade- Lo que construimos.

[inspiringsuccess]

“The time is now. Stop hitting the snooze button on your life.”

—

Mel Robbins

Start chasing your dreams today 

[inspiringsuccess]

“Believe you can and you’re halfway there”

—

Theodore Roosevelt

I know that you can achieve your dreams 

[inspiringsuccess]

“Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.”

—

Ovid

Pain causes us to grow 

[rel8able-lyrics]

“Now don’t lose your fight, kid. It only takes a little push to pull on through.”

- “Missing You” sung by All Time Low

[kenji-miya]

“In order to succeed, we must first believe that we can.”

-Nikos Kazantzakis

[samxcamargo]

“So far, you’ve survived 100% of your worst days. You’re doing great.”

— Norm Kelly

[triviastudies]

“As long as you’re learning, you’re not failing.”

— Bob Ross

[bato-awitado-deactivated2024050]

Te amo porque ya no sé

que otra cosa hacer contigo,

te he odiado, te he extrañado…

y siempre acabo amándote.

[serendipia-literaria]

“Cariño, lo hubiese dado todo por ti, me hubiese adaptado a tu atmósfera, me hubiese quitado los prejuicios. Cariño, lo hubiese dado todo por ti…”

— Ale Regino. @ale-gorias

[rjanecollins]

Hasta las flores necesitan de días lluviosos para no marchitarse.

[thesweetestsouliveseen]

“Sé que te quiero porque si me pasa algo bonito te lo quiero contar a ti.”

—

[liquidlightandrunningtrees]

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena