Porque para mi, lo más importante no es lo mismo que para los demás...
When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
Te sorprendería saber cuántas veces he muerto y revivido en mis veintitantos años de existir.
Vodka loves me even if you don’t.
I wanna watch a movie but I also wanna finish this book but I also wanna go to bed but I also wanna eat something but I also wanna finish that tv series but I also wanna drink something but I also wanna do something with my life
do you see my dilemma
(Fuente: jackpatillo, vía kaleidoscope-show)
Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce–love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit.
Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t.
Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives say, “Welcome, make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door opened behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”
Mi filosofía es: No es asunto mío lo que las personas digan de mí, y piensen de mí. Soy lo que soy, y hago lo que hago. Nada espero, y todo acepto. Y esto hace la vida mucho más fácil.
Some books are so familiar that reading them is like returning home again.
Dentro de nosotros existe algo que no tiene nombre y eso es lo que realmente somos.