shit happens

I want to know you. You seem like someone worth knowing. Every day I feel like I’m surrounded by people with hard edges and sour faces but I get the sense that you’re different. Too often people seem to think that they have the answers to everything. Their faces are trapped in permascowls and they can’t be bothered with anything besides their own narcissism. You aren’t like that. You still ask questions. You’re still looking for the answers.

It’s very strange that the people you love are often the people you’re most cruel to.

No importa lo dolorosos que sean nuestros recuerdos, son nuestra posesión más valiosa.

Llegaste por casualidad a mi vida, y ahora solo quiero que te quedes.

Cuando las heridas no duelan miraré el ocaso acariciando mis cicatrices.