#quotes on writing
When you’re gone, every rain drop seems to drown me.
Every shadow casts an immortal darkness
Every glimmer of light seems to scald me.
When you’re gone, all the seasons happen at once and I am both hot and cold. Burning from the absence of your cool composure to soothe me. Freezing without the warmth of your smile to relieve me.
When you’re gone it is both night and day. I am a child scared to death of the darkness cowering in the corner trying to separate myself from the dark that your shining eyes used to transcend. In the daylight I struggle to steer clear of the scalding sun that used to be overshadowed by your cool and calming demeanor. Keeping me under a shadow of clear and blissful protection.
When you are here I am the blooming daisies of spring. Painting a portrait in a brisk and bright meadow. I am a Popsicle melting in the summer heat bright and sweet. A leaf painted with the pigments of fall, gently fluttering to the earth below. The first snowfall of winter crisp and refreshing. A piece of magic a mystery for the mindful eyes of a child sitting idly by the window.
When you are gone I am the thunderstorms that haunt the spring. My tears drench the daisies and leave them suffocated without light. I am the summer child left to stare at my melted ice treat. Left only to be covered in a sticky situation and scolded by my mother who told me not to indulge in sweets before settling down to dinner. An abundance of leaves coving the yard. I must be raked and hidden away. Leaving the yard immaculate. Away from the chaos of missing you. A blizzard that leaves the world hidden away under a thick sheet of ice. Cold and punishing.
When you are here, everything seems beautiful.
When you are gone, everything seems beautiful, except for me.
r.t.
“It’s whatever”
He said with tears in his eyes
He hid away
Broken.
I didn’t fall for his lies
His parents drank often
He promised himself he wouldn’t
I told him to stay strong
He told me, he couldn’t
He got home from school
Everyday exhausted
Nobody realized his strength
Until one day he lost it.
For him to inhale and say yes one more time.
To a life he was robbed of
The most complex of crime.
He sat in class silent,
But when asked he would spill
Because all he needed
Was someone to listen and be still
He’d tell them his story
The one he told me
And they’d watch amazed at the new depths they’d see.
A boy who was strong
A boy who was clever
But when concluding his tale
He’d just utter “it’s whatever”
r.t.
I’ll write a letter to you every day that you’re gone
The words flow like blood dripping out as they’re drawn
A letter to you
Every day that I miss
A confession of heartbreak
Sealed with a kiss
r.t.
Que ganas de irme a un lugar donde nadie me conozca y empezar de cero.
Lo más difícil de la distancia es que no sabes si te están extrañando o te están olvidando.
Llegas a un punto donde ni tu mismo sabes como te sientes, no sabes si es tristeza, rabia, enojo o decepción, simplemente te sientes mal
Necesito un descanso de todo.
A mi me gusta que me demuestren las cosas, porque con palabras somos todos buenos.
te conocí sin saber que te iba a querer tanto
“Cuando el mundo estaba acabándose nos aferramos al pasado porque es todo lo que creíamos que veríamos”
To Begin Again - Zayn x Ingrid
Mi mamá me dijo:
Después de la primera mentira, toda verdad se convierte en duda.
¡Cuánta razón!
Cada sonrisa tiene una historia y cada lágrima tiene un recuerdo.
Nota para mi: Muchas veces es mejor olvidar lo que uno siente. Y recordar lo que uno vale.
Exigir es fácil, señalar es fácil, delegar es fácil, juzgar es fácil, quejarse es fácil. Pero dar ejemplo si es difícil.
No confíes en alguien con mala ortografía, si no fue capaz de poner atención en la escuela menos te pondrá atención a ti.
Lo difícil es olvidar a alguien con quien lo olvidabas todo.
Fuimos lo mejor, mientras fuimos.
A veces, simplemente te cansas.
Imagínate que escuche una canción y inmediatamente se acuerde de ti…
La vida no es difícil lo difícil son las personas en las que confiamos…