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| Marco, 19 | Music | Art | Aesthetic |
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“Heartbreak, I am too fond of you. The way we used to stay in and listen to the rain. How we shared too many meals, and shattered too many plates on marble floors. I recall too easily the torn journals. Ripped pages scattered across the floor, poems and writings that are now forever lost. Heartbreak, I know too much of you. Have become so accustomed to your routine that bad habits aren’t quite so bad now. Staying up late, and staying in bed even later despite the morning. Heartbreak, I tire of you. Grow tired of sleeping too much, of eating past my limits, and of the destruction I am causing at your shattering.”— “Mending” remnant-thoughts
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Nada. Ya no espero nada. Aprendí que en esta vida no puedes esperar a que suceda algo extraordinario, una señal, una estrella fugaz, un mensaje. Debes moverte; levantarte y buscar… nada más buscar hasta encontrar lo que esperas encontrar. DEJA YA DE ESPERAR COMO UN ESTUPIDO ADOLESCENTE QUE PIENSA QUE TODO ES COMO EN LOS LIBROS O COMO UN INGENUO NIÑO QUE AÚN CREE EN SANTA, muévete y no esperes más a nada ni a nadie. Aprende de una vez esa puta lección de la vida.
"My beloved body; I am so sorry I did not love you enough."- Love Yourself // Conee Berdera (via wnq-writers)
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