Julieta

Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day, saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’

Time will come when someone would look into your eyes and see how deep, mysterious and beautiful your soul is.

I stopped explaining myself when I realized,

There were some things that needed to be said even if the person you were saying them to didn’t understand; words that must be released from their trapped place where their flapping to get out could cause internal damage.

I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments of lucidity, when I look at myself, I see that I am alone, all alone, all alone.

Like, if no ones gonna read it, you should still write it.

One of our two main presidential candidates has a history of harassing victims of sexual assault, defending child molesters, and permitting the deaths of American citizens.