there’s no shame in admitting you were on the wrong side of something before you were given the proper information to make an educated decision of your own. Growth is important, you’re going to change your opinions, learn new things, meet new people. Look back on the past to stay humble, not to shame yourself.

you don’t have to grow up anything like your parents, you are shaped as a person by the people you choose to be around, and by the people you respect, not just your family. Just because they had a hand in creating your physical self does not mean they get to create your personality, your kindness, and your love.

when you say something offensive, racist, sexist, homophobic, which you will because everyone says something offensive at some point even if they don’t realize. Don’t get mad when you get called out, it feels embarrassing, but it’s not about how it makes you feel, it’s about how it hurt someone else. Listen, learn, apologize.

ignore all of the beauty bloggers telling you quick tips to lose weight, that tea won’t give you a flat tummy, that restricting diet won’t make you happy. They get paid to lie to you, don’t let them make money off of your unhappiness. 

it’s okay to enjoy things that are labeled as “cringy” other people don’t decide on what you should appreciate. As long as you’re not hurting anyone, there’s no problem. Wear that funky shirt, do your makeup in crazy colors, dance awkwardly, listen to that artist, reference memes and act weird. Life is cringy, so be yourself.

Escritor de sueños

“-Tenías razón, chivata. Como mejor estamos tú y yo es con tierra de por medio. +No, como mejor estamos es a 2 cm de distancia, sintiendo nuestro aliento”

“La historia de amor más bonita que tenido en mi vida no ha sido un error. No quiero que lo digas, ni que lo pienses tampoco, porque no ha sido un error. Repetiría cada momento que pasé contigo”

“¿Repetirías todos? ¿Incluso cuando te tiré el pescado podrido por encima?”

“Incluso cuando me hiciste lavarme el pelo con cebo de pesca”

“Hay una cosa que yo no repetiría: Cuando me clavaste un arpón en el pecho, pero si repetiría después cuando bailamos juntos”

“Y cuando nos levantamos juntos en la cama que me hiciste en la bodega”

“Cuando te metiste en la caja para sacarme del calabozo”

“Y cuando hicimos juntos el huerto de flores de papel”

“Como cuando nos dijimos te quiero la primera vez a través del ojo de buey”