“Claro que nos volveremos a encontrar, estoy seguro de ello, somos viajeros y mientras lo seamos estamos condenados a cruzarnos siempre y cuando no nos detengamos, yo te he amado tanto, bajo el infinito silencio del desierto de Sonora y en el coro de los espíritus de la selva Lacandona, en las tardes frescas de Guadalajara y cuando íbamos de regreso en el metro del DF. Ten por seguro que hay algo bueno esperando por nosotros a donde quiera que vayamos. Amor sin apegos, romance entero, amor viajero.”—Viajeros amores by Quetzal Noah (via quetzalnoah)
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.”—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via walruswidow) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
“Desde muy niño, conoció mi corazón dos sentimientos contradictorios, el horror por la vida y el éxtasis ante la vida. Es, sin duda, el caso de un perezoso nervioso.”—Baudelaire Charles / Mi corazón al desnudo y otros papeles íntimos (fragmento)
do you remember the first time you were called annoying?
how your breath stopped short in your chest
the way the light drained from your eyes, though you knew your cheeks were ablaze
the way your throat tightened as you tried to form an argument that got lost on your tongue.
your eyes never left the floor that day.
you were 13.
you’re 20 now, and i still see the light fade from your eyes when you talk about your interests for “too long,”
apologies littering every other sentence,
words trailing off a cliff you haven’t jumped from in 7 years.
i could listen to you forever, though i know speaking for more than 3 uninterrupted minutes makes you anxious.
all i want you to know is that you deserve to be heard
for 3 minutes
for 10 minutes
for 2 hours
there will be people who cannot handle your grace, your beauty, your wisdom, your heart;
mostly because they can’t handle their own.
but you will never be
and have never been
”—"this started as something completely different, but everything comes back to you, doesn’t it?" - tyler ford
“Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.”—(via moonsulk)