“It’s a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don’t know the answer. I don’t know what I’d do, except run away.”
— Alexander Masters, Stuart: A Life Backwards
Quiero que me regales ésos “te quiero” que sé que te cuestan tanto decirle a cualquiera
Arctic
I miss who I was before I met you. Every time I napped in your arms I left a part of my heart next to your lips on the pillow. Every time I woke up next to you I gave a part of my soul to the sunshine across your cheeks. Trying to remember who I was before you ever came into my life is trying to crawl into the skin of a stranger on the street, is trying to break into a home that is not my own to steal their belongings, is trying to become best friends with a person I have long since stopped talking to. I miss the person I was before I ever held your hands against my throat. I miss the person I was before I ever let your pulse beat against the scars on my body. I miss the person who never met you - because they would never have to miss you like I do.
I Hope You Never Read This (K.P.K)
casi siempre soy el chico que esta en segunda opción :’)
IG:Unicornio12am
Love him so much
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“And certain things around us will change, become easier or harder, one thing or the other, but nothing will ever really be any different. I believe that. We have made our decisions, our lives have been set in motion, and they will go on and on until they stop. But if that is true, then what? I mean, what if you believe that, but you keep it covered up, until one day something happens that should change something, but then you see nothing is going to change after all. What then? Meanwhile, the people around you continue to talk and act as if you were the same person as yesterday, or last night, or five minutes before, but you are really undergoing a crisis, your heart feels damaged…” - Raymond Carver, Short Cuts