under the pouring rain

Tired: engineering and humanities/art students hating each other

“El día en que la sea posible para la mujer amar, no por debilidad sino por fortaleza, no escapar de sí misma sino encontrarse a sí misma, no humillarse sino reafirmarse , ese día el amor será para ella, como es para el hombre, una fuente de vida”

Beware that, when fighting monsters, you yourself do not become a monster… for when you gaze long into the abyss. The abyss gazes also into you.

It’s funny—when people call you “shy,” they usually smile. Like it’s cute, some funny little habit you’ll grow out of when you’re older, like the gaps in your grin when your baby teeth fall out. If they knew how it felt—really being shy, not just unsure at first—they wouldn’t smile. Not if they knew how the feeling knots up your stomach or makes your palms sweat or robs you of the ability to say anything that makes sense. It’s not cute at all.