I know that loneliness can produce bolts of hot pain, a pain which, if it stays hot enough for long enough, can begin to simulate, or to provoke—take your pick—an apprehension of the divine.
Ivana Melgozacompartió una citahace 4 años
237. In any case, I am no longer counting the days.
238. I want you to know, if you ever read this, there was a time when I would rather have had you by my side than any one of these words
Frida Arroyo Chiucompartió una citahace 3 años
This is the disease talking. This is how much I miss you talking. This is the deepest blue, talking, talking, always talking to you.
Roberta Suárezcompartió una citahace 4 años
232. Perhaps, in time, I will also stop missing you
Maria José Sandovalcompartió una citahace 4 años
That this blue exists makes my life a remarkable one, just to have seen it. To have seen such beautiful things
Gerardo Arteagacompartió una citahace 4 años
It often happens that we count our days, as if the act of measurement made us some kind of promise. But really this is like hoisting a harness onto an invisible horse. “There is simply no way that a year from now you’re going to feel the way you feel today,” a different therapist said to me last year at this time. But though I have learned to act as if I feel differently, the truth is that my feelings haven’t really changed
Gerardo Arteagacompartió una citahace 4 años
Last night I wept in a way I haven’t wept for some time. I wept until I aged myself. I watched it happen in the mirror. I watched the lines arrive around my eyes like engraved sunbursts; it was like watching flowers open in time-lapse on a windowsill. The tears not only aged my face, they also changed its texture, turned the skin of my cheeks into putty. I recognized this as a rite of decadence, but I did not know how to stop it.
Naycompartió una citahace 5 años
It often happens that we treat pain as if it were the only real thing, or at least the most real thing: when it comes round, everything before it, around it, and, perhaps, in front of it, tends to seem fleeting, delusional.
♡emma♡compartió una citahace 2 meses
If you are in love with red then you slit or shoot. If you are in love with blue you fill your pouch with stones good for sucking and head down to the river. Any river will do.