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Just feelings 🌿

[strwlry]

I’m so done of this shit 🕴🏻

[strwlry]

I feel so disappointed about myself…

[strwlry]

I hope my presence tortures you every single day 🙂

[strwlry]

Even if it doesn’t look like, I still like you, a lot, but I’m not sure if you feel the same…

[strwlry]

Puede que por fuera siga teniendo ese resentimiento del daño que me hiciste, pero por dentro aún mantengo los recuerdos que tenemos juntos con cariño y esperanza a que vuelvan a pasar…

[strwlry]

And then, i realized that it was the best for us…

[strwlry]

Y ahí me di cuenta que eres igual con todas, las enamoras con tus letras y filosofía, hablas de temas de física y las presumes en tus stories, espero que después no la ilusiones y las lleves a todos esos lugares lindos a los que solíamos ir, y mucho menos espero que te victimices ante ella…

[strwlry]

Por favor, vi cuando copiaste mis archivos

[strwlry]

The way that you told me that you wanted to see me happy and when I show it you get mad

[strwlry]

I should never woken up…

[rendingrocks]

"A book is not an isolated being: it is a relationship, an axis of innumerable relationships."

Jorge Luis Borges

[kitchen-light]

“And I always felt that, for me, poetry and literature is like the DNA of a selfhood made evident with language, that the page is the thumbprint of ourselves pressed down, and I think this is also true with music.”

— Ocean Vuong, from “On Death, Music and Motherhood: Björk & Ocean Vuong in Conversation”, published in AnOther Magazine, September 21, 2022 (via kitchen-light)

[leonardospoetry]

If only for a moment

I stop trying

to let go,

it becomes clear

how it’s all already

just passing by.

How could I ever be honest

saying anything other

than goodbye?

[astronautaevanescente]

Yo no me alejo de la gente. Me alejan sus actitudes y sus palabras.

[wedarkacademia]

[metamorphesque]

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, from letters to Natalie Paley

[text ID: Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence.]

[luthienne]

...no words could be bitter enough, no day could be long enough. There is just no end to it. Disappointment. I eat and drink it. I wake and sleep it.

Marilynne Robinson, from Gilead