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I just finished reading a beautiful book, for the first time in ages, I've found one with a happy ending, where they get married and live happily ever after. and... God, when will it be my turn? 

the worst thing someone can do to me is make fun of my trauma. like, dude, I was vulnerable with you, you don't know half of what I survived. 

there's something extremely vulnerable in crying in a bus, nobody sees you, and if they do, nobody asks. 

desbloquear recuerdos es tan cool y tan destructivo a la vez, man, como me vas a soltar un viernes a las 10:40 AM mientras laburo que mi mamá solía hacerse la que no veía que le robaba pollo deshilachado mientras cantaba chiquitita porque yo estaba triste. 

okay, yes, I would like to see a remake of my favorite Christmas rom-coms, but only if I choose the cast.
          that's all, thank you. 

iron man was my favourite movie 'cause tony was everything I wanted to be. 
          thunderbolts are my favourite movie now 'cause, in a way, all of them are what I am. 

what happened with romance books? 
          I mean, yeah, smut is fine ig. 
          but, what about devotion, longing, yearning, love. 
          lust isn't everything. 

but love— 
          oh, love should feel like jazz on a rainy night. 
          like lukewarm coffee the next day.

when the void told bob “we'll always be alone” yeah, man, i got you.

The thing about loving too much is that it all hurts just the same.