“I think of all the things he has been to me…Love. Lodestone. My true north. I turn always to him.”
— Stef Penney, The Tenderness of Wolves (via soracities)
Sola siempre
“I think of all the things he has been to me…Love. Lodestone. My true north. I turn always to him.”
— Stef Penney, The Tenderness of Wolves (via soracities)
When your head hits the pillow tonight, remind yourself that you’ve done a good job. You are headed down your path at your own pace, and with every obstacle you are trying your utmost best. Be patient with yourself, and remember that big things are achieved not all at once, but one day at a time.
“Cause you never think that the last time is the last time. You think there will be more. You think you have forever, but you don’t.”
— (via fellinlovealone)
“I have no memory for things I have learned, nor things I have read, nor things experienced or heard, neither for people nor events; I feel that I have experienced nothing, learned nothing, that I actually know less than the average schoolboy, and that what I do know is superficial, and that every second question is beyond me. I am incapable of thinking deliberately; my thoughts run into a wall. I can grasp the essence of things in isolation, but I am quite incapable of coherent, unbroken thinking. I can’t even tell a story properly; in fact, I can scarcely talk.”
— Franz Kafka (via oiseauperdu)
“It was not the feeling of completeness I so needed, but the feeling of not being empty.”
— Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated
No te voy a pedir que me des un beso. Ni que me pidas perdón cuando creo que lo has hecho mal o que te has equivocado. Tampoco voy a pedirte que me abraces cuando más lo necesito, o que me invites a cenar el día de nuestro aniversario.
No te voy a pedir que nos vayamos a recorrer el mundo, a vivir nuevas experiencias, y mucho menos te voy a pedir que me des la mano cuando estemos en mitad de esa ciudad.
No te voy a pedir que me digas lo guapa que voy, aunque sea mentira, ni que me escribas nada bonito. Tampoco te voy a pedir que me llames para contarme qué tal fue en el día, ni que me digas que me echas de menos.
No te voy a pedir que me des las gracias por todo lo que hago por ti, ni que te preocupes por mi cuando mis ánimos están por los suelos, y por supuesto, no te pediré que me apoyes en mis decisiones. Tampoco te voy a pedir que me escuches cuando tengo mil historias que contarte. No te voy a pedir que hagas nada, ni siquiera que te quedes a mi lado para siempre.
Porque si tengo que pedírtelo, ya no lo quiero.