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“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.”
— Carl Jung

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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
Gaiman, Neil. The Sandman. (via wordsnquotes)

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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
Gaiman, Neil. The Sandman. (via wordsnquotes)
through the looking glass circa late 1800s
It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
Lemony Snicket, “The Reptile Room” (via gayhani)

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The stars remind me of you
One thing I've learned is that you should never look back. Past is dead and buried. You get nothing from living there. It's all about today. But I've been having dreams. In them, nothing's real, nothing's solid. Everything is financially fucked, an illusion. In these dreams I'm a life that's already gone by. Today means nothing. Today's just a ghost that's haunting me. But I'm on the end of the world, on the edge of things. I think about lettings go. I think about falling. My name's James Cook. I did something once. My ghosts won't let me forget it.
You think you know death, but you don't. Not until you've seen it. Really seen it. And it gets under your skin and lives inside you. And there's nothing you can do. Nothing.
El invierno está hecho de perfección: Y de tardes de paseos y risas. Y de cielos grises y fríos. Y de sonrisas cálidas en tardes oscuras. Y de conversaciones a la luz de una farola –o de la Luna– y de abrazos mata-silencios. -DMR
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Nubes grises y canciones de un amor suicida.
Miradas~
A través de ellas podemos conocer a la persona más reservada del universo. Son las que nos abren la puerta al alma, y desmienten cualquier verdad dicha de boca. Conocer a alguien implica mirar más allá de su fachada. Conocer sus más recónditos miedos, y deseos. El menos esperado puede refugiarse tras una máscara, y la labor de sus ojos consiste en gritar buscando ayuda -en silencio- a la espera de que otros ojos lo descubran, y lo saquen del pozo de oscuridad en el que se ahoga, poco a poco…