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Jesús Márquez García

Te quise a pesar de saber que te iba a perder. Que cada día te perdía un poquito más, y yo seguía en el intento de llenarte el alma.

Daniel Glattauer.

lospoemasocultos

Esta aguja invisible es el centro del viaje. Sólo un pálido reflejo he aprendido. Y dentro de este nunca, detrás de cada verdad, me siento otra pregunta más.

flowerytale

“For I’m To Be Queen of the May, Mother” or “The Maypole”, from Andrea Zanatelli’s embroidery series

writing-prompt-s

Your friend always said “I’ll rest when I’m dead,” so much that it became his catchphrase. He says it again today when he came into work, going about his daily routine. This normally wouldn’t be concerning, if not for the fact that you attended his funeral two weeks ago.

somecutething

Dolphins doing cartwheels with an aquarium guest.

(via Ant.Giovanni)

luidilovins

I'm loving this new trend of people going to zoos and participating in animal enrichment. We use to observe large exotic animals for our entertainment, but the fact is that we are now trying to make ourselves equally as entertaining for them. It's interactive, completely parpicipatory and I would argue that eventually someone's gonna come up with something new enough that it expland ethologists understanding about how some animals think, problem solve, communicate and feel and I think its fantastic.

urbanfantasyinspiration

Human: play?

Aquatic creature from an entirely different branch of the animal tree: play!

urbanfantasyinspiration

bogleech

The Japanese usage of "psycho" to mean "having scary telekinetic powers" is so much better than the common usage elsewhere to mean "I thought this person's behavior was wildly unreasonable whether or not it actually was"

milksockets

alexander mcqueen in ballgowns: british glamour since 1950 - oriole cullen + sonnet stanfill (2012)

girlnephew

space-pics

Hubble Glimpses a Glistening Cluster by NASA Hubble

writing-prompt-s

You made very understanding friends online and they invited you to go camping. At sundown, you all reveal your true forms, you heard the horrifying sound of breaking bone and tearing skins as you friends transformed into 8ft tall werewolves, who are very confused about the fursuit you unpacked.

netleys-emporium

A memory, imperfectly framed, 12.12.2022

catchymemes

wingsformypillow

A day late, but posting a story of when we first got married to celebrate our anniversary:

The thing about having an autistic husband, is as much as I love him, he just is not capable of picking up on behaviors or facial expressions and knowing what they mean. He needs me to speak the words I’m feeling.

Early on, this was a problem. When I was exhausted after work and didn’t have the emotional energy to deal with anything, I needed some time alone.

I would say “I’m tired,” get up and leave a room.

He’d follow.

I would shut a door.

He would open it, and keep talking to me.

I had to actually speak the words, “I would like a little bit of space for a while.”

And then he would say, “Oh.” In a sad voice.

And then I’d feel like an asshole, because he always seemed so sad when I did that. I didn’t want to hurt him. I loved him, and I thought I was a bad wife for wanting time for myself. Things were not good.

One day, I came home, and on my desk was a card, laminated. It was simple, black text on white background, in 36-point font. It said:

I love you. Fuck off.

And he took my hands and said the reason he was sad wasn’t that I needed space— he needs his sometimes too, but I pick up the signals and leave him alone.

He felt bad that he couldn’t understand me, and I always looked so uncomfortable and guilty when I told him.

So now I have a card that I can hand to him, any time, and he will understand and go away for an hour and nobody feels guilty.