““Art is the lie that enables us to realize the truth.””
— Pablo Picasso (via goodreadss)
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me: has a breakdown
me: gets super embarrassed about it the second I calm down
I’ve never written about him, the honest truth is I don’t know how to write about him. It’s like I have all the letters in front of me, however I can’t arrange them into words to describe him. It’s like my brain can think of so many words to describe anything but when it comes to him, forming them becomes a scrabbled mess.
Oh I wish I could describe him the way he deserves, I wish I could tell you how amazing he is, or how my heart beams into a mushy mess when his blue eyes stare into mine or how I never want to let him go when we hug. I love him, I believe he’s the love of my life.
My friends often ask me questions about us, asking what ring I want, asking us when we’ll get engaged, married. I tell them all the same thing - ‘I don’t care when or how I get proposed to, what ring I get, as long as it’s him I get married too.’
poems-she-wrote / for my love
Pasa algo tan pequeño y se desmorona todo lo que tú corazón le costó construir.
“I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”
— Anais Nin (via goodreadss)
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“We need at least one friend who understands what we do not say.”
— Dr. Sunwolf (via goodreadss)
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