Mar 13, 2022
Cuántas veces tu mirada me ha dicho que me amas aunque no me entiendes, y yo he aceptado eso como amor incondicional, pero ahora que te he mostrado quién realmente soy, no me basta con el amor, necesito que me entiendas.
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Cuántas veces tu mirada me ha dicho que me amas aunque no me entiendes, y yo he aceptado eso como amor incondicional, pero ahora que te he mostrado quién realmente soy, no me basta con el amor, necesito que me entiendas.
HATRID MUN SIGRA // HATARI
There is that in me—I do not know what it is—but I know it is in me. I do not know it—it is without name—it is a word unsaid, It is not in any dictionary, utterance, symbol. Something it swings on more than the earth I swing on, To it the creation is the friend whose embracing awakes me.
Walt Whitman
I know what it is to be broken and be bold Tell you that my silver is gold Though we’re much too old for make believe
Plastic // Moses Sumney
I remember the way I would wait for you To arrive with kibble And a box full of beer How I’d scratch the empties Desperate to hear You make the sound that you found for me After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby Let you brush my matted fur How I’d knead into your chest while you were sleeping Shallow breathing made me purr But I can’t remember the sound that you found for me
Virtute The Cat Explains Her Departure // The Weakerthans
I remember we were driving, driving in your car Speed so fast I felt like I was drunk City lights lay out before us And your arm felt nice wrapped ‘round my shoulder I had a feeling that I belonged I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone You got a fast car But is it fast enough so you can fly away You gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way
Fast car // Tracy Chapman
I wish you liked girls // Abbey Glover
"¿Soy feliz?"
Esa no es una pregunta que frecuente mi vida. Quizá soy más animal de lo que pienso. Soy automática, no autónoma. Estoy viva, no viviendo, y eso es triste.
Ahora mi cuerpo se siente igual como hace tres años, como si fuera igual de joven. Qué locura. En dos meses será 2019 y seguiré creciendo, seré un adulto como los que veo a veces por los pasillos de la universidad. Todo en ellos grita adultez: sus caras, sus cuerpos, su manera de vestir. Parece que para ellos la vida es solo seguir y no quiero verme así. Pero eso es justamente lo que ahora me sucede. Qué deprimente.
¿Cómo es que puedo ser un adulto tan pronto? ¿Qué pasó conmigo?