Brazhensky.

Pura pendeja olvida su contraseña.

Te amo.

Mi hermoso y lindo girasol, tú y solo tú. 

Mi amor por ti va a terminar el día que se dejen de burlar de mí por el asunto de la misoginia (nunca)

Te amo como a nadie.

Te dejo un te amo también por acá porque no me canso de decírtelo.

Sirius Black proposing to Remus Lupin, because he would never do it himself- he has too much self-hatred and self-doubt. Sirius Black getting down on one knee and asking if, maybe, Remus would be willing to love him for the rest of their lives, because he was absolutely sure that he would love Remus for the rest of his. Remus Lupin tearing up and muttering in thrilled disbelief, “Are you serious?” Because he’s so happy and excited and he’s not thinking straight. Sirius Black grinning tearfully and saying, “Yes, I’m Sirius. Sirius Lupin, hopefully.”

I don’t think suffering is required to make art. I think we make art in spite of the pain. I think we create even in the darkest of times because we are compelled to create. Because art calls to us, it heals us. Some people do yoga, meditate, pray, exercise... we create. It’s no different. When we experience pain, we’re all just finding a way to the other side, trying to get through it. Looking for the light in the darkness, art is our light.

No sabes lo mucho que te amo y las ganas que tengo de que nuestros nenes sean igual de incondicionales entre ellos como lo somos entre nosotras.

Lindas mañanas, demonio. Te informo que la niña se viene conmigo toda una semana. Gracias.