Así que baila, sonríe, grita, llora. No dejes pasar los buenos momentos y olvida pronto los malos. Enamórate, párate a ver la lluvia, seca tus lágrimas, besa con ganas, abraza con fuerza, evita las despedidas tristes. No te olvides de que debes amar lo que haces, lo que sea en lo que gastas tu tiempo. Asume que también hay despedidas y malos ratos, que vas a llorar por injusticias, y que hay días en los que todo saldrá mal. Pero, a cambio, habrá un sin fin de días buenos, de sorpresas inesperadas, de grandes reencuentros; de tardes en cualquier café, o de repente escuchar tu canción favorita en la radio.
El mundo sigue, tiene su propio ritmo, y nunca se detiene. Haz tú lo mismo. Vive tu vida.
“You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.”—Unknown (via black-wolves)
“People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head — the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.”—William H. Woodwell Jr. (via thirteenbelow)
“From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood. There was poetry for quiet companionship. There was adventure when she tired of quiet hours. There would be love stories when she came into adolescence and when she wanted to feel a closeness to someone she could read a biography. On that day when she first knew she could read, she made a vow to read one book a day as long as she lived.”—Betty Smith (via l-i-f-e-g-o-e-s-on)
“Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of music I really seem to feel what I do not feel, to understand what I do not understand, to have powers which I cannot have. Music seems to me to act like yawning or laughter; I have no desire to sleep, but I yawn when I see others yawn; with no reason to laugh, I laugh when I hear others laugh. And music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time.”—Leo Tolstoy (via atomos)
“I run for I don’t know how long. Hours, maybe, or days. Alex told me to run. So I run. You have to understand. I am no one special. I am just a single girl. I am five feet two inches tall and I am in-between in every way. But I have a secret. You can build walls all the way to the sky and I will find a way to fly above them. You can try to pin me down with a hundred thousand arms, but I will find a way to resist. And there are many of us out there, more than you think. People who refuse to stop believing. People who refuse to come to earth. People who love in a world without walls, people who love into hate, into refusal, against hope,and without fear. I love you. Remember. They cannot take it.”—Lauren Oliver (via atomos)
“This is how it works - you’re young until you’re not. You love until you’re dumb. You try until you can’t. You laugh until you cry. You cry until you laugh. And everyone must breathe, until their dying breath. Now, this is how it works - you peer inside yourself, you take the things you like, and try to love the things you took. And then you take that love you made and stick it into someone else’s heart, pump in someone else’s blood. And walking arm in arm, you hope it don’t get harmed. But even if it does, you’ll just do it all again.”—Regina Spektor (via wrists)
“Being together isn’t about a honeymoon. It’s about the real you and me. I want to wake up with you beside me in the mornings, I want to spend my evenings looking at you across the dinner table. I want to share every mundane detail of my day with you and hear every detail of yours. I want to laugh with you and fall asleep with you in my arms. Because you aren’t just someone I loved back then. You were my best friend, my best self, and I can’t imagine giving that up again… You might not understand but I gave you the best of me, and after you left nothing was ever the same.. I know you’re afraid, and I’m afraid too. But if we let this go, if we pretend none of this ever happened, then I’m not sure we’ll ever get another chance. We’re still young. We still have time to make this right…We still have the rest of our lives.”
“When I was a kid, I thought I had my life figured out. I knew where I was going. I was sure of whom I was and what I was. I was wrong. See, life is a journey of twist and turns that mold who we are; however, it is not the twist and turns which mold us, but rather, how we take and handle the twist and turns thrown at us. It was not until life threw me flat on my face that I truly discovered who I am and what I am. I am a perpetual work-in-progress. And you know what? I am quite all right with that.”—Cristina Marrer (via slekes)
La vida es gente que pasa, tránsito de sombras, miradas que se cruzan, sueños que se pierden. No hay lugar que no te pertenezca. El oxígeno que respiras renueva tus células y tus ilusiones. Y cada paso que das contribuye a cambiar un poco el mundo. No todo es ruido, dinero, miedo al futuro o resabios del pasado. La naturaleza se reinventa cada segundo. La vida es tránsito, búsqueda incesante, acordes que acompañan nostalgias, calles y estancias, ciudades, cuerpos venerados, amores que una y otra vez quisieron ser eternos.