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La persona que menos quieren en el mundo.
Si soy esa persona, la hija que mamá abandono, la hija que papá corrió, la hermana pequeña que fue traicionada por sus hermanos, la persona que sus amigos la rechazaron, no la quisieron, la trataron mal, la abandonaron, la excluian, la hicieron sentir mal, la que sufrió injusticias, la que nadie daba por ella, la que dios en cierto modo la abandono.
Lo peor de todo es que, ya lo acepte, estoy viviendo con eso, duele menos, pero pesa más.
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Nunca te pensé yendote pero tampoco quedándome y eso fue injusto.
Me desgarra lo que me dejaste pero en algún lado, entiendo, entiendo que tal vez siempre lo merecí.
continued from here with Anthony @sinamor!
This is what it means to be in love, the woman realizes. As she slips her hand into Anthony's the noise of her own anxieties quiets down. Not only because of his sweet compliments (though those do raise a soft flush over her cheeks) but because of how simply confident he is in his choice of her. Because while well intentioned, since her arrival into her uncle's care, she has been thoroughly reminded that she, in comparison to other ladies, is most likely to be a match to be settled for rather than sought after. Her upbringing is not what most in the room would deem respectable and therefore she hadn't expected to find someone that would not only seek her companionship but love her for it.
As the music swells she falls into step with Anthony, her laughter chasing his suggestion of their target for distraction, "Hmm-" She quietly muses, nose scrunching a little as she thinks. "I do know that he has attempted to call on many young ladies this season but somehow each time the appointment arrives, the ladies are otherwise indisposed." Her brow arches, "Salacious enough, you think?"
continued from here with Alcide @sinamor!
It's funny; When vampires "came out of the coffin" she'd rolled her eyes at the whole formal sort of hierarchy that became a staple of daytime tv conversations and debates online. Sure, wolves had their own sort of possessive streak and there was an obvious hierarchy but it was all just. . .Silently understood? Mates didn't run around dramatically claiming she is mine when they decided to settle down. Yet, sitting here like this, the word is all but an iron vice around her chest, some primal need to name him as such buzzing around her in her head. God, was this what hunger did to her or was it just his sweet fucking kindness that left her hopelessly possessive of the wolf?
I trust ya'.
It really was that simple, wasn't it? She still was learning to trust herself and yet here Alcide was, no fear of what she'd become just concern for her wellbeing. Her lips press a soft, almost reverent kiss to the delicate skin of his wrist before taking the leap of faith he'd offered her. Her strike is quick, careful in comparison to those she'd experienced herself and god as his blood rushes against her tongue that word only grows louder. Mine. He's nothing like the bottled synthetic stuff. He's power and strength and as she takes measured swallows it's like she's been functioning through a fog and his blood has cleared it. After a minute or two she's gingerly pulling back from the wound and healing it with a split in her thumb (that heals nearly as soon as she slices it open). "Thank you--" Her voice is softer, lower, her anxiety settled, "Really. . . Thank you."
Desperté con el trago amargo
del olvido de tus besos en mis labios
Compartiendo la misma cama.
Morìn
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"when me and my brother were kids, he'd always try to swim from the shore past the horizon. he always said he was sure he could see another world out there. a world better than this one."
you come to sit next to peeta on the grass with soft movements, maybe because you're used to people doing that around you, used to people walking on eggshells around poor, mad annie. he doesn't seem startled, he must've heard you walking outside into the night already, so you shrug your shoulders to get rid of the unpleasant, queasy feeling in your gut, " yes, this comes out of nowhere, but i have a point to make, i promise i'm not just being mad annie."
you've learned that self mockery is the best way to deal with the way others perceive you sometimes, " that's why i'm risking all this. not just for finnick, or my mom. i want to make sure caspian was right...that there is a better world out there, one we can build." @sinamor ft. peeta mellark.
"remember when my mom said we were like odysseus and penelope?" you still remember her words clearly in your head, how they'd sounded like tragedy spoken with the sad smile of a woman who has also known suffering. at the time you didn't understand why.
" i hate that story. i always said to myself i'd never fall in love like that," and yet, you murmur these words curled up in the crook of finnick's neck. love is a traitorous mistress, one you've tried to defy when it comes to finnick many times in the past, but have failed miserably. you know there is really no room for love in the world they live in, and still, you cling to him, wait patiently for him to return to your arms like penelope weaving and unweaving at night. because this love is, above all, selfish and foolish and reckless and all consuming, " you changed that with your stupid and handsome face."
you laugh and scrunch your nose lightly, yet your tongue tastes slightly sour, like seawater, "you were always better at this whole romance thing. here i am, trying to be sweet and i just sounded...mean." @sinamor ft. finnick odair.
Lo admito. Lo extraño. Extraño todo.
Del cielo me ha caído como un castigo, sueño con los ojos abiertos, sueño con cada libro que leo. Sueño con cada risa, abrazo y caricia hacía una protagonista que no soy yo.
Al parecer el amor está prohibido para mí, he dejado de sentir sin darme cuenta, me he encerrado en mi propia jaula donde ya no encuentro razón para luchar.
En el fondo de mi corazón sé que nunca tendré una mirada deseosa de alguien más, una mirada que se ilumine al verme, al escucharme. No tendré unos brazos en los cuales apoyarme, un corazón para escuchar.
Creí que no lo necesitaría, pero todos necesitamos algo de amor. Y no existe uno para mi.
Es mi castigo y es el castigo más cruel del mundo. Porque lo extraño, refugiarme en mis pensamientos ya no está funcionando, cada día lo extraño más.
¿Qué es lo que me queda? Tratar de no morir y si no encuentro razones para seguir, simplemente dejarme llevar por esa tristeza profunda que por las noches llena mi corazón.
