There is the shadow of my mother, who prefers the phone because face-to-face takes too much time and usually ends in screaming.
I can’t let me hear this, but it’s too late. The facts sneak in and stab me. When she gets to the worst part my walls go up and my doors lock. I nod like I’m listening, like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.
Está asustado, ¿verdad? como los demás, ahí fuera. Puedo verlos... apuntando, murmurando, mirandome. Fastidialos.
No los culpo... por estar asustados, yo también lo estoy. Me daba miedo que, la gente averiguara que soy gay y ahora, mmm, no puedo ocultarlo más. So-soy un leproso... un marginado... un intocable. Nadie me mirará. Nadie me tocará.
Quiero odiar a todo el mundo, por tratarme de esta manera. Pero cómo... ¿Cómo puedo odiarlos por estar asustados? Cuando soy yo el que está viviendo una mentira,
No los culpo... por estar asustados, yo también lo estoy. Me daba miedo que, la gente averiguara que soy gay y ahora, mmm, no puedo ocultarlo más. So-soy un leproso... un marginado... un intocable. Nadie me mirará. Nadie me tocará.
Quiero odiar a todo el mundo, por tratarme de esta manera. Pero cómo... ¿Cómo puedo odiarlos por estar asustados? Cuando soy yo el que está viviendo una mentira,
Tía petunia decía amenudo que Dudley parecía un angelito. Harry decía amenudo que Dudley parecía un cerdo con peluca.
"It was not the last time I would run away from my sisters. Not the last time I thought being alone was preferable. I am still the center sister. But I see it differently now. There has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together. Thank you."
That's my point. That's why we can't forget it. No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together. You see what I'm saying?
That's my point. That's why we can't forget it. No matter how much time has passed, these things still affect us and the world we live in. If you don't pay attention to the past, you'll never understand the future. It's all linked together. You see what I'm saying?
El cielo no es el lugar al que vas cuando mueres, es ese momento en la vida cuando te sientes realmente vivo.
Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen
Who says you have to be either smart or pretty, or into girly stuff or sports? Life shouldn’t be about the either/or. We’re capable of more than that, you know?
I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you got enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.
Debe saber, seguramente sabrá que fue por usted, es demasiado generosa para jugar conmigo... Si sus sentimientos son los mismos que en abril, dígalo de una vez, mis afectos y deseos no han cambiado, pero una palabra suya me silenciará para siempre. Si... si sus sentimientos hubiesen cambiado, tendría que decirle que me ha hechizado en cuerpo y alma, y la amo, la amo, la amo... no quiero estar sin usted otro día.
No más miedos, no más hombres en mis llantos, no más sueños destrozados, no más días sin amor, no mas sentirme atrapada; vivir sin aire...
Antes del accidente se podría decir que mi existencia era bastante normal. Vivia con mi familia, pololeaba y estudiaba la carrera que había escogido. Mis máximas preocupaciones eran la prueba de la proxima semana o tonteras así. Tenia muchos planes, era feliz. Es increible como de pronto, en un segundo, todo cambia. Los noticieros muestran tragedias horribles y, aunque nos afectan, nunca pensamos que nos pueden ocurrir a nosotros. ¿Por qué creemos que somos una especie de seres invulnerables?.
Mi vida ahora es muy distinta. Muy diferente a lo que hubiese imaginado para mi. Pero he aprendido algo muy importante: no porque sea distinta significa que sea mala. No porque en nuestra vida acontezca algo terrible significa que en nuestro futuro no volverán a haber alegrías.
Mi vida ahora es muy distinta. Muy diferente a lo que hubiese imaginado para mi. Pero he aprendido algo muy importante: no porque sea distinta significa que sea mala. No porque en nuestra vida acontezca algo terrible significa que en nuestro futuro no volverán a haber alegrías.
A veces el corazón elige el camino que parece equivocado y se aleja de todos los motivos y todas las razones. Es allí exactamente donde el camino se bifurca, donde nace el más intenso y devorador de los amores... el amor imposible.
La felicidad es un estado mental, y como todas las cosas necesita práctica. Dedica cinco minutos diarios a sonreir, sólo a sonreir. Después de un tiempo, será natural
En ocasiones, a pesar de tus mayores esfuerzos la vida te dará limones. Cuando eso suceda tienes dos opciones, amigo. Puedes amargarte o hacer limonada.
You know, sometimes I wonder... Well, if I hadn't been Fox Books, and you hadn't been…The Shop Around the Corner, and you and I had just…oh, met… I would have asked for your number. And I…wouldn't have been able to wait 24 hours before calling you up and saying, "Hey, how about…oh, how about some coffee, or, you know, drinks, or dinner, or a movie…for as long as we both shall live?" And you and I would never have been at war. And the only thing we’d fight about would be which video to rent on a Saturday night. (...) Well, let me ask you something. … How can you forgive this guy for standing you up and not forgive me for this tiny little thing…mm, putting you out of business? Oh how I wish you would.
Now, I concede I bring out the worst in you. But let me just help you to not say something you're just gonna torture yourself about for years…to come. … I hope you feel better soon. It would be a shame to miss New York in the spring.
People are always telling you that change is a good thing. But all they’re really saying is that something you didn’t want to happen at all…has happened. My store is closing this week. I own a store. Did I ever tell you that? It’s a lovely store. And in a week it will be something really depressing. Like a baby gap. Soon it will just be a memory. In fact someone, some foolish person, will probably think it’s a tribute to this city. The way it keeps changing on you, or the way you can never count on it, or…something. I know, because that’s the sort of thing I’m always saying. But the truth is, I’m heartbroken. I feel as if a part of me has died, and my mother has died all over again. And no one…can ever make it right.
I came home tonight and got into the elevator to go to my apartment. An hour later, I got out of the elevator and Brinkley and I moved out. Suddenly everything had become clear. It's a long story. Full of the personal details we avoid so carefully. Let me just say, there was a man sitting in the elevator with me who knew exactly what he wanted. And I found myself wishing…I were as lucky as he.
I’ve been thinking about you. Last night I went to meet you and you weren't there. I wish I knew why. I felt so foolish. And as I waited, someone else showed up, a man who has made my professional life a misery, and an amazing thing happened. I, I was able, for the first time in my life, to say the exact thing I wanted to say, at the exact moment I wanted to say it. And of course, afterwards, I felt terrible. Just as you said I would. I was cruel, and I'm never cruel. And even though I can hardly believe what I said mattered to this man – to him, I am just a bug to be crushed – but what if it did? No matter what he's done to me, there is no excuse for my behavior. Anyway, I so wanted to talk to you. I hope you have a good reason for not being there last night. You don’t seem like the kind of person that would do something like that. The odd thing about this form of communication is, that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say, that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many…somethings. So, thanks.
Well, if he's not here, he has a reason, because there is not a cruel or careless bone in his body. But I wouldn’t expect you to understand anybody like that. You with your theme park, multi-level homogenize-the-world mochaccino land. You’ve deluded yourself into thinking that you’re some sort of benefactor, bringing books to the masses. But no one will ever remember you, Joe Fox. And maybe no one will remember me either. But plenty of people remember my mother. And they think she was fine. And they think her store was something special. You…are nothing but a suit.
Querido amigo, me gusta comenzar mis notas como si ya estuvieramos en medio de una conversación. Pretendo que somos los mas antiguos y queridos amigos, al opuesto de lo que realmente somos, gente que no sabe el nombre del otro... y se conocieron en un chat donde ambos decian nunca haber estado antes. Qué dira NY152 hoy, me pregunto. Prendo la computadora, espero impacientemente a que se conecte, entro a internet, y mi pecho retiene el aliento hasta que estucho tres pequeñas palabras: "Tienes un e-mail". No escucho nada, ni siquiera un sonido en las calles de Nueva York, solo el latido de mi propio corazon. Tengo un correo. Tuyo.
Dear Friend, I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends, as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names…and met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before. What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it connects, I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: “You've got mail.” I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
Dear Friend, I like to start my notes to you as if we're already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend that we're the oldest and dearest friends, as opposed to what we actually are, people who don't know each other's names…and met in a chat room where we both claimed we'd never been before. What will NY152 say today, I wonder. I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it connects, I go online, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: “You've got mail.” I hear nothing, not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beat of my own heart. I have mail. From you.
¿Alguna vez has sentido que te conviertes en la peor versión de ti misma? ¿Que una caja de Pandora con todas las partes odiosas, (tu arrogancia, tu maldad, tu condescendencia) ha sido abierta? Alguien te provoca y en vez de sonreír y seguir adelante, les dices en un silbido: "Hola, soy el Señor Odioso". Estoy seguro de que no tienes idea de lo que estoy hablando.
No sería maravilloso que yo pudiera pasarte todos mis silbidos y entonces nunca más me comportaria mal y tu si... ¡Todo el tiempo! ¡Y ambos seriamos felices! Pero, pensandolo bien, debo advertirte que cuando obtienes el placer de decir lo que realmente querias decir en el momento en que debias decirlo... el remordimiento es inevitable....
Do you ever feel you become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora’s box of all the secret, hateful parts, your arrogance, your spite, your condescension, has sprung open? Someone provokes you, and instead of just smiling and moving on, ya zing them. “Hello, it’s Mr. Nasty.” I’m sure you have no idea what I’m talking about.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could pass all my zingers to you, and then I would never behave badly, and you could behave badly…all the time! And we’d both be happy! But then, on the other hand, I must warn you, that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it…remorse inevitably follows. …
No sería maravilloso que yo pudiera pasarte todos mis silbidos y entonces nunca más me comportaria mal y tu si... ¡Todo el tiempo! ¡Y ambos seriamos felices! Pero, pensandolo bien, debo advertirte que cuando obtienes el placer de decir lo que realmente querias decir en el momento en que debias decirlo... el remordimiento es inevitable....
Do you ever feel you become the worst version of yourself? That a Pandora’s box of all the secret, hateful parts, your arrogance, your spite, your condescension, has sprung open? Someone provokes you, and instead of just smiling and moving on, ya zing them. “Hello, it’s Mr. Nasty.” I’m sure you have no idea what I’m talking about.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I could pass all my zingers to you, and then I would never behave badly, and you could behave badly…all the time! And we’d both be happy! But then, on the other hand, I must warn you, that when you finally have the pleasure of saying the thing you mean to say at the moment you mean to say it…remorse inevitably follows. …
Ya no depende de mi, si me quieres en tu vida, encontrarás la forma de ponerme ahí.
it's not up to me anymore, if you want me in your life, you'll find a way to put me there
it's not up to me anymore, if you want me in your life, you'll find a way to put me there
Bueno, el me habló sobre sus problemas. Era algo sobre otra chica, le dije que si le gustaba que lo intentara, si no resultaba, bueno, el debería saber mejor que nadie lo fácil que era olvidar a alguien. En ese momento el me preguntó sobre que estaba hablando. Le recordé que el ya me había olvidado. Ser rió fuerte y dijo: "¿No te has preguntado por qué ya casi ni hablamos? Aún estoy loco por ti."
Well, he told me his problems. It was about some other girl. I told him if he liked her, go for it. If it didn’t work, well he should Know better than anyone how Easy it is to get over someone. That’s when he asked what I was going on about. I reminded him that he got over me. He laughed out loud and said, Didn’t you wonder why we Barely talk anymore? I’m still crazy about you.
Well, he told me his problems. It was about some other girl. I told him if he liked her, go for it. If it didn’t work, well he should Know better than anyone how Easy it is to get over someone. That’s when he asked what I was going on about. I reminded him that he got over me. He laughed out loud and said, Didn’t you wonder why we Barely talk anymore? I’m still crazy about you.
Todos tienen problemas, la manera en que los manejas es lo que te separa de los demás.
everyone has problems its how you deal with them that seperates you from everyone else.
everyone has problems its how you deal with them that seperates you from everyone else.
i don't remember where and i don't remember when.
i don't even remember the season.
i just know that it was the first time i felt like i belonged someplace.
i don't even remember the season.
i just know that it was the first time i felt like i belonged someplace.
Life isn't about how many people call you and it's not about who you've dated, are dating, or haven't dated at all. It's not about grades, money, clothes, or colleges that accept you or not. Life isn't about if you have lots of friends, or if you are alone, and it's not about how accepted or unaccepted you are. Life just isn't about that. But life is about who you love and who you hurt. It's about how you feel about yourself. It's about trust, happiness, and compassion. It's about sticking up for your friends and replacing inner hate with love. Life is about avoiding jealousy, overcoming ignorance, and building confidence. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about seeing people for who they are and not for what they have. Most of all, it is about living your life to touch someone else's.
Si no le dices como te sientes ella encontrará otro chico que le dirá todas las cosas que ella solo quizo escuchar de ti.
If you don't tell her how you feel she'll find some other guy that will tell her all the things that she only ever wanted to hear from you
If you don't tell her how you feel she'll find some other guy that will tell her all the things that she only ever wanted to hear from you
Entonces, creo que somos lo que somos por muchas razones. Y quizás nunca sepamos la mayoría de ellas. Pero incluso si no tenemos el poder de elegir de donde venimos, aun podemos decidir a donde queremos ir. Aun podemos hacer cosas.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things.
Para de dar señales mezcladas. Me quieres o no. Elige.
stop with all the mixed signals. you either want me or you don't. pick one.
stop with all the mixed signals. you either want me or you don't. pick one.
Él es la razón de que esté confundida, la razón de que no pueda comenzar otra relación. No importa cuanto lo intente, no importa cuanto lo quiera. Estoy asustada. No me asusta el resultar herida, me asusta el herir a alguien más. Porque nunca me importará alguien de la forma que me importaba él.
He's the reason I'm messed up, the reason I can't get myself into another relationship. No matter how hard I try, no matter how bad I want to. I'm scared. I'm not scared of getting hurt, I'm scared of hurting someone else. Because I could never care for anyone, the way I cared about him
He's the reason I'm messed up, the reason I can't get myself into another relationship. No matter how hard I try, no matter how bad I want to. I'm scared. I'm not scared of getting hurt, I'm scared of hurting someone else. Because I could never care for anyone, the way I cared about him
Quizás algunas personas no fueron hechas para estar en tu vida para siempre, quizás algunos sólo vienen a enseñarnos una lección.
Maybe some people aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some are just passing through to teach us a lesson
Maybe some people aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some are just passing through to teach us a lesson
Sonriele a la cámara, te ves tan linda cuando pretendes que todo está bien.
Smile for the camera, you look soo pretty when you're pretending everything is okay.
Smile for the camera, you look soo pretty when you're pretending everything is okay.
Hola extraño, ¿recuerdas cuando solíamos ser mejores amigos?
hey there stranger do you remember when we use to be best friends?
En la amistad no importa por cuanto tiempo se conocen o cuantas peleas han tenido. Lo que importa es quien dijo “estaré ahí para ti” y quien lo comprobó.
With friendship it doesn't matter how long you've known each other, or how many fights you got into. what matters is who said "I'll be there for you" and who proved it.
With friendship it doesn't matter how long you've known each other, or how many fights you got into. what matters is who said "I'll be there for you" and who proved it.
La razón de que tanta gente encuentre tan difícil ser feliz es que siempre ven el pasado mejor de lo que fue, el presente peor de lo que es y el futuro menos resuelto de lo que será.
The reason so many people find it so hard to be happy is that they will always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.
The reason so many people find it so hard to be happy is that they will always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.
Si quieres que tu vida sea una historia magnifica, entonces comienza por darte cuenta que tu eres el autor y todos los días tienes la oportunidad de escribir una pagina nueva.
If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author and everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page.
If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author and everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page.
Where did we get the idea that being pretty and skinny is gonna make us happy? Where did we get the idea that the more guys that want us = the happier we'll be? Because it's not true. None of that is true. If anything ... I'm less. I really miss the days when none of that mattered to me. I miss the days when I didn't freak out over a zit. I want to go back to the days when I didn't worry about how many calories were in that slice of pizza I just ate. The days when I didn't even care if that cute boy in my English class noticed me or not. Yeah, I wanna go back to those days ... when I truly was happy and care-free.
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&& la primera vez que te conocí nunca podria haber imaginado que tendria sentimientos tan fuertes por ti, nunca habria pensado que tendria sueños contigo o que extrañaria estar a tu lado o que sentiria mariposas en el estomago cuando alguien mencionara tu nombre.
La primera vez que te conoci nunca pensé que te amaría.
&& when I first met you
I never would have imagined that
I would have such strong feelings for you
I never would have thought
that I would havedreams about you
or miss being by your side
or get butterflies in my stomach
when someone mentionsyour name
when I first met you
I never thought that I would love you
La primera vez que te conoci nunca pensé que te amaría.
&& when I first met you
I never would have imagined that
I would have such strong feelings for you
I never would have thought
that I would have
or miss being by your side
or get butterflies in my stomach
when someone mentions
when I first met you
I never thought that I would love you
Dear God, thank You for loving me and sending Your Son, Jesus, to die for me. I believe Jesus lived a perfect life and died in my place for my sins, was resurrected from the dead, and now lives with You in Heaven. I know that I am a sinner - that I think and say and do things against Your will - and that I can never be perfect. So I am trusting Jesus Christ as my Savior and Lord to forgive me of my sins, come into my heart, and live through me. Lord, please give me the strength and wisdom I need to live for You and to be Your witness at school, at home, and wherever I go. My heart and my life are Yours. Thank You so much for Your love.
While I was crying over that boy who had rejected me ... You were crying because I had rejected You. While I was crying because I lost my best friend ... You were crying because I had lost You. While I was crying because I felt like I had no one to talk to anymore ... You were crying because I didn't talk to You. While I was crying because everyone had turned their back on me ... You were crying because I had turned my back on You.
"I’ve kissed a guy... I’ve kissed guys. I just haven’t felt that thing.... That thing... that moment when you kiss someone and everything around you becomes hazy, and the only thing in focus is you and this person. And you realize that that person is the only person you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life. And for one moment you get this amazing gift. And you wanna laugh and you wanna cry, ‘cause you feel so lucky that you’ve found it, and so scared that it’ll go away all at the same time."
Puedes borrar a alguien de tu mente. Sacarlos de tu corazon es otra historia.
You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story.
You can erase someone from your mind. Getting them out of your heart is another story.
Por lo cual estoy seguro de que ni la muerte, ni la vida, ni angeles, ni principados, ni protestantes, ni lo presente, ni lo porvenir, ni lo alto, ni lo profundo, ni ninguna otra cosa creada nos podrá separar del amo de Dios, que es en Cristo Jesus Señor nuestro.
-Romanos 8:38
Mi amigo, si pudiera darte una cosa, desearía para ti la habilidad de verte a ti mismo como los otros te ven, así te darías cuenta de la persona verdaderamente especial que eres.
My friend, if I could give you one thing I would wish for you the ability to see yourself as others see you, then you would realize what a truly special person you are
Es increible cuando dos extraños se convierten en los mejores amigos, pero es realmente triste cuando los mejores amigos se convierten en dos extraños.
It's really amazing when two strangers become the best of friends, but it's really sad when the best of friends become two strangers
It's really amazing when two strangers become the best of friends, but it's really sad when the best of friends become two strangers
La primera vez que te vi fue la ultima vez que vi mi corazón.
The first time I saw you was the last time I saw my heart
The first time I saw you was the last time I saw my heart
A veces me siento tan invisible como si nadie pudiera verme
I sometimes feel as if I'm invisible, as if no one can see me at all.
I sometimes feel as if I'm invisible, as if no one can see me at all.
Esta vida es lo que haces de ella. No importa que, a veces vas a arruinar las cosas, es una verdad universal. Pero la parte buena es que puedes decidir como la vas a arruinar.
Las chicas serán tus amigas (actuarán como si lo fueran. Pero recuerda, algunas vienen, otras se van. Las que se quedan contigo a pesar de todo) ellas son tus verdaderas mejores amigas. No las dejes ir. También recuerda, las hermanas son las mejores amigas en el mundo.
En cuanto a amantes, bueno, ellos también vienen y van. Y cariño, odio decirlo, pero la mayoría de ellos (en realidad casi todos) van a romperte el corazón, pero no puedes rendirte porque si lo haces, nunca encontrarás a tu alma gemela. Nunca encontrarás esa mitad que te hace sentir completa y que va a por todo. Sólo porque fallaste una vez no significa que vas a fallar en todo. Sigue intentándolo, resiste y siempre, siempre, siempre, cree en ti misma, porque si no lo haces, ¿entonces quien, cariño? Así que mantén tu cabeza en alto, mantén la barbilla elevada y lo más importante de todo, sigue sonriendo, porque la vida es una cosa hermosa y hay mucho por lo que sonreír.
This life is what you make it. No matter what, you’re going to mess up sometimes, it’s a universal truth. But the good part is you get to decide how you’re going to mess it up. Girls will be your friends – they’ll act like it anyway. But just remember, some come, some go. The ones that stay with you through everything – they’re your true best friends. Don’t let go of them. Also remember, sisters make the best friends in the world. As for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too. And babe, I hate to say it, most of them – actually pretty much all of them- are going to break your heart, but you can’t give up because if you give up, you’ll never find your soul mate. You’ll never find that half who makes you whole and that goes for everything. Just because you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on, and always, always, always believe in yourself, because if you don’t, then who will, sweetie? So keep your head high, keep your chin up, and most importantly, keep smiling, because life’s a beautiful thing and there’s so much to smile about.
Soy el tipo de chica que se enamorará de un chico que a penas conoce, que escuchará canciones de amor y verá su rostro, que esperará verlo donde sea que vaya. Soy el tipo de chica que no supera las cosas facilmente, que se golpeará a si misma cuando alguien no la ama devuelta, que llorará hasta quedarse dormida porque siente que no es suficientemente buena. Pero tambien soy el tipo de chica que es fuerte, que puede llorar y despues prohibirle la entrada a la tristeza la mañana siguiente, que escuchará alguna cancion pop antigua y la cantara al máximo de sus pulmones porque así lo siente, que no será nadie más que si misma.
I’m the type of girl who will fall for a guy she barely knows; Who will listen to a love song & see his face; Who will look for him wherever she goes. I’m the type of girl who doesn’t get over things easily; Who will beat herself up when someone doesn’t love her back; Who will cry herself to sleep cause she feels she’s not good enough. But I’m also the type of girl who’s strong; Who can cry her eyes out then forbid them to come back the next morning; Who will blast some old pop song & sing at the top of her lungs cause she feels like it; Who will be no one but herself.
I’m the type of girl who will fall for a guy she barely knows; Who will listen to a love song & see his face; Who will look for him wherever she goes. I’m the type of girl who doesn’t get over things easily; Who will beat herself up when someone doesn’t love her back; Who will cry herself to sleep cause she feels she’s not good enough. But I’m also the type of girl who’s strong; Who can cry her eyes out then forbid them to come back the next morning; Who will blast some old pop song & sing at the top of her lungs cause she feels like it; Who will be no one but herself.
El cambio es una cosa extraña, nunca estamos seguros en que nos estamos convitiendo o por qué. Entonces, un día nos miramos y preguntamos quienes somos y como llegamos allí.
Change is a funny thing.
We're never quite sure what we're becoming, or why.
Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder
who we are, and how we got there.
Change is a funny thing.
We're never quite sure what we're becoming, or why.
Then one day we look at ourselves and wonder
who we are, and how we got there.
No me odies, no te arrepientas de mi, no me olvides. Donde quiera que vayas, lo que sea que hagas: no digas que nunca te amé.
don't hate me. don't regret me. don't ever forget me. wherever you go, whatever you do. don't say i never loved you.
don't hate me. don't regret me. don't ever forget me. wherever you go, whatever you do. don't say i never loved you.
Hoy mire el espejo y me di cuenta que que luzco más linda cuando estoy feliz.
today i looked in the mirror and realized i look prettier when i'm happy.
today i looked in the mirror and realized i look prettier when i'm happy.
Preocuparse es un desperdicio de tiempo, no cambia nada, complica tu mente y roba tu felicidad.
worrying is a waste of time. it doesn't change anything, it just messes with your mind and steals your happiness.
worrying is a waste of time. it doesn't change anything, it just messes with your mind and steals your happiness.
Porque estamos rotos, qué debemos hacer para restaurar nuestra inocencia?
'Cause qe are broken, what must we do to restore our innocense?
'Cause qe are broken, what must we do to restore our innocense?
Ella no es el tipo de chica a la que le gusta
decirle al mundo como se siente sobre si misma.
She's not the kind of girl who likes to
tell the world about the way she feels about herself
decirle al mundo como se siente sobre si misma.
She's not the kind of girl who likes to
tell the world about the way she feels about herself
No dejes que tu pasado te diga quien eres,
pero dejalo ser parte de quien serás.
Don't let your past dictate who you are,
but let it be part of who you will become
pero dejalo ser parte de quien serás.
Don't let your past dictate who you are,
but let it be part of who you will become
Sólo porque hoy es un dia terrible no significa que mañana no sea el mejor dia de toda tu vida. Solo tienes que despertar y alcanzarlo.
Just because today is a terrible day doesn't mean
tomorrow might not be the best day of your entire
life. You just have to wake up and get there.
Just because today is a terrible day doesn't mean
tomorrow might not be the best day of your entire
life. You just have to wake up and get there.
No puedo sólo sentarme aquí y tomar un café contigo. Te amo. Sé que la otra noche no significó para ti lo que fue para mi, pero no he dejado de pensar en ti desde que sucedió, y no porque fue grandioso (y en realidad lo fue) sino porque fue lo correcto. Fue tan correcto, y puede que tu no lo veas ahora, pero yo si, y si tengo que esperar hasta que ambos tengamos 80 para que lo veas, entonces esperaré. No estoy yendo a ninguna parte. Esto es para mi. Tu eres para mi, y no puedo pretender sentir nada menos de lo que siento, no puedo.
I can't just sit here and have coffee with you. I love you. I know the other night didn't mean for you what it did for me, but I haven't stopped thinking about you since it happened, and not because it was great- which it was- but because it was right. It was so right, and you might not see that right now, but I do, and if I have to wait until we're both 80 years old for you to see it, then I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere. This is it for me. You're it for me, and I can't pretend to feel any less than I do, I just can't
I can't just sit here and have coffee with you. I love you. I know the other night didn't mean for you what it did for me, but I haven't stopped thinking about you since it happened, and not because it was great- which it was- but because it was right. It was so right, and you might not see that right now, but I do, and if I have to wait until we're both 80 years old for you to see it, then I'll wait. I'm not going anywhere. This is it for me. You're it for me, and I can't pretend to feel any less than I do, I just can't
I love it when my tummy talks to me
It mumblesmumbles and
I talk back.
Before I learned this language,
(I can speak English, German and Stomach now)
I used to
shut it up,
stuff it. Living out
my biggest nightmare:
OBESE.
I love it when my tummy talks to me
It growls and
I encourage...
an expressive tummy is a good tummy.
Before I learned this mind
(CONTROL CONTROL CONTROL!)
I used to
be a victim to
my biggest nightmare:
The Eager-to-Eat Syndrome
Well, I've been cured and
I love it when my tummy talks to me.
It mumblesmumbles and
I talk back.
Before I learned this language,
(I can speak English, German and Stomach now)
I used to
shut it up,
stuff it. Living out
my biggest nightmare:
OBESE.
I love it when my tummy talks to me
It growls and
I encourage...
an expressive tummy is a good tummy.
Before I learned this mind
(CONTROL CONTROL CONTROL!)
I used to
be a victim to
my biggest nightmare:
The Eager-to-Eat Syndrome
Well, I've been cured and
I love it when my tummy talks to me.
You wonder why you’re not pretty like her
And why God didn’t bless you with her curves
You wonder why you’re the one they call fat
Do you think it’s something you deserve?
You wonder why the boys don’t like you
And why they only look at one thing
But with the others, they look at everything
You wonder why you’re not skinny.
You ask yourself how it came to this
And how you got so big
you wonder why no one said anything
And if you’ll ever win.
You’re growing colder now, too cold
You cry when you’re alone at night
And into yourself you fold
You’re crawling under your skin.
You know that if you don’t eat,
You won’t get what you really need
But maybe you’ll become skinny, and
You can make up for this gluttony and greed.
You wonder what will happen if you don’t eat
Will you die eventually because of starvation?
You tell yourself once you’re skinny, you’ll eat
But then, you start thinking in new ways
You can never be too skinny
You’d rather die than be fat
In this game, you have to be winning
Even if it means losing life for that.
And why God didn’t bless you with her curves
You wonder why you’re the one they call fat
Do you think it’s something you deserve?
You wonder why the boys don’t like you
And why they only look at one thing
But with the others, they look at everything
You wonder why you’re not skinny.
You ask yourself how it came to this
And how you got so big
you wonder why no one said anything
And if you’ll ever win.
You’re growing colder now, too cold
You cry when you’re alone at night
And into yourself you fold
You’re crawling under your skin.
You know that if you don’t eat,
You won’t get what you really need
But maybe you’ll become skinny, and
You can make up for this gluttony and greed.
You wonder what will happen if you don’t eat
Will you die eventually because of starvation?
You tell yourself once you’re skinny, you’ll eat
But then, you start thinking in new ways
You can never be too skinny
You’d rather die than be fat
In this game, you have to be winning
Even if it means losing life for that.
I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs,I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going happen or, who I'm going to meet, where I'm going to wind up. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're going to get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you... to make each day count.
I could walk on air!
Dance on tiptoe, it’d be lovely!
You’d pick me up and spin me around thinking nothing of it.
Admire my skeleton, dear.
I could drink lots of coffee.
Smoke lots of cigarettes.
Drink diet pepsi and eat grapefruit!
This is going to be fantastic!
I promise you.
But I will vomit.
I will starve.
I will hurt.
My teeth will fall out pretty collection.
My hair all over the floor--perhaps I can make a dress?
Maybe I’ll be so tiny, I’ll just fall through your fingers.
Dance on tiptoe, it’d be lovely!
You’d pick me up and spin me around thinking nothing of it.
Admire my skeleton, dear.
I could drink lots of coffee.
Smoke lots of cigarettes.
Drink diet pepsi and eat grapefruit!
This is going to be fantastic!
I promise you.
But I will vomit.
I will starve.
I will hurt.
My teeth will fall out pretty collection.
My hair all over the floor--perhaps I can make a dress?
Maybe I’ll be so tiny, I’ll just fall through your fingers.
A girl surrounded with mirrors suddenly asks herself
"Why can't I be skinny? Being pretty sounds so fun"
A girl surrounded with mirrors suddenly looks at her clothes
"Why can't I be popular? Is this really a size one?"
A girl looks all around her and decides what to do
"I should look like the other girls, not like this"
A girl looks all around her and goes to the other room
"Diet pills? Will that make a zero fit?"
A girl gets hooked on drugs who is barely seventeen
Now she spends her days throwing up her self esteem.
"Why can't I be skinny? Being pretty sounds so fun"
A girl surrounded with mirrors suddenly looks at her clothes
"Why can't I be popular? Is this really a size one?"
A girl looks all around her and decides what to do
"I should look like the other girls, not like this"
A girl looks all around her and goes to the other room
"Diet pills? Will that make a zero fit?"
A girl gets hooked on drugs who is barely seventeen
Now she spends her days throwing up her self esteem.
I believe everything happens for a reason! People change so you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so that you will eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes, good things fall apart, so better things can fall together.
Hollywood is un lugar donde te pagaran miles de dolares por un beso y 50 centavos por tu alma.
Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul
Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul
Varas y piedras pueden romper mis huesos, pero palabras me harán ir a un rincón y llorar por horas.
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry by myself for hours
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will make me go in a corner and cry by myself for hours
To live in this world, you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go
Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, or a year, but eventually it will subside and something else will take its place. If I quit, however, it lasts forever.-
dear diary I don't think, I can ever be pretty. I ate fifteen calories more than I should today, my mum says I have to go to the doctor because I never eat anything, I got a B minus in English … it seems like no matter what I do, it's wrong. my mum just doesn't get why I don't like to eat their food. she doesn't see, that I can't be as ugly and fat as she is – she can't see, how pretty my bones are beginning to look, or how imperfect my body still is. no-one understands me. I'm so disgusted by myself, but the starvation keeps me sane. I have to buy some new sweaters to wear at the doctor's tomorrow, so he can't see how I'm getting closer to my ideal weight. 35 kg, here I come. nighty night your anna. Dear Me,
You need to get over yourself. You need to let go of the past, because its literally, and figuratively killing you. You told yourself that you'd never let your emotions get to you, and you were wrong.
Look at yourself in the mirror and pretend that you like whats there.
You wake up every day with a headache, so you take a drink to ease the pain. You get to the kitchen and realize that you're now an alcoholic - congratulations. Your cell phone rings, and you get excited - until you see that its just your calendar, reminding you that today marks 200 days of being stupid and foolish. You read the note your roommate has left you, and you throw it away anyway, because it doesnt really matter.
You're stuck, and its all because you can't let go.
You're stuck, and its all your fault.
You're stuck, and you're not going to solve it like this.
Every day, you try to justify your existence. Every day, you get up, and work, and get home, and start a fist fight. Every day, you wake up with bruises and black eyes, and sore wrists, because you are trying to numb the pain deep on the inside.
What have you become? Look in the mirror - do you like whats there?
I miss the old us. I miss the us that was fine to be left alone for weeks at a time - hidden in a mass of video games and new comics. I miss the us that wasn't dependent on another person. I miss the us that wasn't moping, and sad, and angry. I miss just being us.
So, keep that in mind the next time you look in the mirror. That now, you've got yourself to worry about. The real you.
From,
You
You need to get over yourself. You need to let go of the past, because its literally, and figuratively killing you. You told yourself that you'd never let your emotions get to you, and you were wrong.
Look at yourself in the mirror and pretend that you like whats there.
You wake up every day with a headache, so you take a drink to ease the pain. You get to the kitchen and realize that you're now an alcoholic - congratulations. Your cell phone rings, and you get excited - until you see that its just your calendar, reminding you that today marks 200 days of being stupid and foolish. You read the note your roommate has left you, and you throw it away anyway, because it doesnt really matter.
You're stuck, and its all because you can't let go.
You're stuck, and its all your fault.
You're stuck, and you're not going to solve it like this.
Every day, you try to justify your existence. Every day, you get up, and work, and get home, and start a fist fight. Every day, you wake up with bruises and black eyes, and sore wrists, because you are trying to numb the pain deep on the inside.
What have you become? Look in the mirror - do you like whats there?
I miss the old us. I miss the us that was fine to be left alone for weeks at a time - hidden in a mass of video games and new comics. I miss the us that wasn't dependent on another person. I miss the us that wasn't moping, and sad, and angry. I miss just being us.
So, keep that in mind the next time you look in the mirror. That now, you've got yourself to worry about. The real you.
From,
You
I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn’t try to sleep with people even if they could have. I need to know that these people exist.
When I was a little girl I used to read fairy tales. In fairy tales you meet prince charming and he's everything you've ever wanted. In fairy tales the bad guy is easy to spot. The bad guy is always wearing a black cape so you always know who he is. Then you grow up and you realize prince charming isn't as easy to find as you thought. You realize the bad guy is not wearing a black cape and he's not easy to spot; he's really funny, and he makes you laugh, and he has perfect hair.
Estimado señor, doce horas son como doce años para mí. Te imagino en tu casa, sonriendo, pensando en mí. El hecho de ser el secreto de tu corazón me llena de gozo. Ojalá pudiera expresarlo aquí, en mi jaula. Eres el poema oculto en mi corazón. Te releo, te memorizo, cada momento que pasamos separados
Cuando eres Luz, puedes atravesar objetos sólidos con la misma facilidad con que harías sumas mentales.
Cuando eres Luz, lo que hace temblar a una flor no es la brisa que provocas al pasar rápido junto a ella, ni el roce de la falda lo que provoca que un paño se agite. Cuando eres Luz, sólo tus sentimientos pueden emitir una onda tangible al mundo.
Yes, it sucked getting dumped. But wasn't it better to just be brutally honest? To admit that your feeling for someone is never going to be powerful enough to justify taking up any more of their time? I was doing him a favor, really. Freeing him up for a better opportunity. In fact, I was a practically a saint, if you really thought about it.
Abzurdah - Cielo Latini
Una Muchacha camina al borde del abismo. Cielo Latini, niña precoz, sensible y creativa, educada en una familia normal, siempre una enfant terrible fascinada por el arte y por la muerte, cuenta como si adolescencia fue un descenso a los infiernos.
La desfloración a los 14 años, la dependencia amorosa y sexual de un hombre mucho mayo que ella, la fascinación con la muerte, la bulimia y la anorexia, la creación del blog "mecomoami" en el que miles de adolescentes hacian publico su derecho a ser anoréxicas, los intentos de suicidio, la autoflagelación. Y finalmente, la resurrección, la cura, a través de la palabra.
Nota propia: lo recomiendo y no tanto, me lo he leído un montón de veces y cada vez obtengo una opinión distinta de la autora. Latini tiene una imagen rara del mundo y de como uno debe actuar, eso está claro, así que si vas a leerlo, valor porque el libro es bastante sufrido, pesimista y poco bonito.
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The Demon Series
Demon Envy by Erin Lyyn
Vanity isn’t even one of the seven deadly sins, but that’s what got me into this mess...
This is my story. The tale of a normal morning in the life of a normal girl—WHO HAS A DEMON POP UP IN HER SHOWER. Yeah, that’s where the vanity comes in. While trying to get rid of a monster zit, I dropped my face lotion in the tub. And while fifty bucks’ worth of it swirled down the drain, it freed a demon from his prison portal. A mysteriously geeky looking demon. (In the movies, they’re always hot, right?)
So here I am, Kenzie Sutcliffe, saddled with a creature who looks and acts like every other guy I know. That is: ANNOYING. At least Levi has a job—if you could call it that. He has to stir up envy and jealousy in humans…or he starves. All he’s tempting me to do is crawl back into my bedroom and hide there until forever. Because believe me, no one is going to be coveting my life after this…
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Speed Demon by Erin Lynn
You think you know annoying boys? Just try the demonic kind…
That’s pretty much how I feel about Levi, who shot out of a demon hole in my shower not too long ago. Let’s just say closing the portal was hard—it involved driving the minivan into the kitchen.
Now I’m grounded, not allowed to drive, and getting chauffeured around by a demon whose driver’s license is dubious at best. Plus, he tells me, when one portal closes— another one opens…
Even though Levi can be a pain, I just can’t let the other demons drag him back to hell. I guess that means it’s up to me, Kenzie Sutcliffe, to save the day…again!
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Vanity isn’t even one of the seven deadly sins, but that’s what got me into this mess...
This is my story. The tale of a normal morning in the life of a normal girl—WHO HAS A DEMON POP UP IN HER SHOWER. Yeah, that’s where the vanity comes in. While trying to get rid of a monster zit, I dropped my face lotion in the tub. And while fifty bucks’ worth of it swirled down the drain, it freed a demon from his prison portal. A mysteriously geeky looking demon. (In the movies, they’re always hot, right?)
So here I am, Kenzie Sutcliffe, saddled with a creature who looks and acts like every other guy I know. That is: ANNOYING. At least Levi has a job—if you could call it that. He has to stir up envy and jealousy in humans…or he starves. All he’s tempting me to do is crawl back into my bedroom and hide there until forever. Because believe me, no one is going to be coveting my life after this…
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Speed Demon by Erin Lynn
You think you know annoying boys? Just try the demonic kind…
That’s pretty much how I feel about Levi, who shot out of a demon hole in my shower not too long ago. Let’s just say closing the portal was hard—it involved driving the minivan into the kitchen.
Now I’m grounded, not allowed to drive, and getting chauffeured around by a demon whose driver’s license is dubious at best. Plus, he tells me, when one portal closes— another one opens…
Even though Levi can be a pain, I just can’t let the other demons drag him back to hell. I guess that means it’s up to me, Kenzie Sutcliffe, to save the day…again!
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