Dicen Que Cada átomo En Nuestro Cuerpo Fue Alguna Vez Parte De Una Estrella, Tal Vez No Me Voy, Tal

“There comes a point when you either embrace who and what you are, or condemn yourself to be miserable all your days. There will always be people in your life who will try to make you miserable. Don’t help them by doing the job yourself!”

— Laurell K. Hamilton

Últimamente, he pensado mucho en el tiempo, mi tiempo y lo pequeña que me siento ante la magnitud de las cosas que no me alcanzan. A veces me miden, a veces me aplastan, a veces me vencen. Pienso quizá también soy yo quien somete a mi cuerpo a tal peso. Me orillo, cedo y acepto ante mi apertura todo que, aunque quiera, ya no cabe en mi reloj. Y ahí entiendo, que lo que más importa no es correr, ni llenar el día de cosas que no caben en el alma, que a veces vivir es saber detenerse antes de romperse, antes de dejar que el tiempo decida por mí. Porque hay relojes que no marcan segundos, pero sí cicatrices, y yo ya no quiero medirme por lo que no alcanzo, sino por lo que todavía me sostiene.

-Cielo V / -chipnervous.

A little while, and you will see me no longer. Again in a little while, and you will see me.

John 16:16

By his glory and his love, we can live.

He who we can’t see, but we can hear.

He who listens to our hearts.

When we avoid difficult conversations, we trade short-term discomfort for long-term dysfunction.

Peter Bromberg

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Henry Miller written c. August 1932, featured in A Literate Passion

After the aching has stopped and the tears have dried up, this is where you begin again. This is where you pick yourself up off the floor, put your heart back in your chest, and dare to put one foot in front of the other.

Kayil York

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

Stephen Chbosky; The Perks of Being a Wallflower