No intentes disculparte ni juegues a insistir......
A nuestra edad sabemos que nada es para siempre. Nos enamoramos pero sabemos que...– Alejandra Pizarnik (via kirasakurai)
Need to stop doubting me. Why do you assume everyone is after you in some weird underlying way? You are so fucking insecure that you make the rest of us—me— doubt our intentions. I have always loved and cared for you, but since thathappened you assume I’m on your dick all the time. Chill the fuck out. We have always been friends, even if whatever happened happened, it...
– Inevitable Shakira
Seriously? I can’t believe I considered dating you. How old are you that you need me to send you a picture? GTFO. I’m busy is the nice way of telling you to go fuck yourself and leave me alone. If you don’t get the hint then I guess I must be blunt and just tell it how it is. No I refuse to send you a naked pic. Sincerely, My Angry Vagina
I’m not ignoring you, I just don’t feel like sending you a picture...– life experience
Giving up is so easy, it’s everything else that’s hard. Holding on, staying alive, those are the truly courageous acts. I used to think suicide was the answer, but it’s just cowardice. Dare to live, and dream, and hope, and often times fail, but DARE. Feeling inspired but once again I am scraping the bottom door to an abyss that just won’t end. The more I try to rise up...
Your sexyness needs to go away. You are not mine to have.
One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving– The Alchemist (via preciousjules)
Don’t talk to me out of pity. If you don’t want me in your life say it, it’s not that hard. Don’t lie to me, I can’t stand it when you tell me you’ll call back and you never do. I don’t want to keep telling myself that this time it’ll be different.
I refuse to believe that people ever “accidentally” delete others from any sort of social network. When you click delete you almost always know exactly who you are trying to delete from your life, even if only through the internets. Why then are people always trying to befriend you after you’ve deleted them? I recently had a former ‘friend’ try to befriend me after...
i hate you.
With every passing day I wallow deeper into this sadness. I find myself stopping in the middle of the most meaningless acts and thinking how horribly alone I feel without you. I know this isn’t the end or anything like that, I just feel like everything is so incredibly over. You are moving on while I am still here, stuck, waiting. Waiting for what? I don’t even know. A sign, a miracle,...
And then it ends. Without the building crescendo. Or the deathly cry of agony. But with the subtly of a sigh, it ended with silence. Our ever-peaceful relationship descended into ruins very slowly, so slowly that neither of us noticed it. I sit here, alone, thinking of the news you have just delivered. Like an experienced boxer, quick one-two jab that has left me disoriented and saddened. I...
I cannot keep my eyes off this beautiful woman. It should be a sin to look this beautifully exotic.
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.” El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Yo la quise, y a veces ella también me quiso. En las noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos. La besé tantas veces bajo el cielo infinito. ...
Here‘s the thing about rights—they‘re not actually supposed to be voted on....– Rachel Maddow (via gaywrites)