Tu me quieres blanca-Alfonsina Storni
Me siento mal, no sé si estoy triste, enojada, enferma... No sé a quién decirle lo que no sé explicar.
It seems like people that want to get pregnant can’t get pregnant easily but people that don’t want to get pregnant get pregnant easily
Si te sientes mal, si tu mundo se derrumba, puedes venir al mío, yo estaré contigo.
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Cupón válido para que hagamos cucharita un día de estos
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how to deal with mental fatigue
Hi, it’s werelivingarts! Exam season is coming so soon, and some of us might deal with a lot of stress and mental fatigue while preparing for the exams.
Here are some tips on how to prevent and deal with mental fatigue (before it becomes too serious and leads to burnout). Exams are just ways to test your knowledge and understanding, so please do not expect too high and take care of your health! 🌿
Hope that we would all do well! 😊
me: not everything is about sex also me: i’m horny
“Nunca me sentí tan patética, como cuando me di cuenta de que sólo había sido un pasatiempo para la persona que más amaba.”
— Y
“How lost do you have to be to let the devil lead you home?”
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The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle by Stuart Turton
« The word intimacy comes from the Latin root intimum, which means your interiority, your innermost core. Unless you have something there, you can’t be intimate with anybody. You cannot allow intimum, intimacy, because they will see the hole, the wound, and the pus oozing out of it. They will see that you don’t know who you are […], that you have not even heard your own song, that your life is a chaos, not a cosmos. Hence the fear of intimacy. The reason is thinking there is nothing to share. Who wants to show one’s inner poverty? One should be capable of being alone, utterly alone, and yet tremendously blissful. Then you can love. Then your love is no longer a need but a sharing. »
— Osho, Intimacy: Trusting Oneself and the Other
“I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.”
— Henry David Thoreau, Walden
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