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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. 

I had that dream everyone talks about, yes, the one where you have a baby and wake up with the emptiness of not having one. 
          and he had his eyes. 
          
          I'm cooked. 

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. 

tu acc>>>>>