El Rastro De Tu Sangre En La Nieve

I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

For almost 18 years you’re taught to sit down, shut up, and raise your hand. Then you have to decide what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.

Pensarte es, algunas veces, lo único que me queda de ti, y otras, quizá más, estas ganas imposibles de olvidarte.

No importa cuantos cielos intenten enamorarme, siempre elegiré el mismo infierno.

Tú no merecías que ella te quisiera de esa manera. Tan locamente tan desesperadamente tan…inocentemente.

La música es la cura más barata y sencilla para los problemas de la vida.

Una de las cosas más difíciles que tendrás que hacer, querida, es llorar la pérdida de una persona que todavía está viva.