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Getting over it 101
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México, 22 yo, bartender, piloto en proceso y chef frustrado, probably nsfw Nihilismo, cinismo, sarcasmo y orgasmo
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↳ Demon’s Souls Remake   The Nexus + Archstone of the Tower Queen
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Yo, 5 minutos luego de llegar al trabajo.
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¿Quién soy en los ojos de las demas personas?
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“La esencia del equilibrio es el desapego, el adoptar una causa, encariñarse o volverse malvado, es perder el balance de uno mismo, después de lo cual ninguna acción puede ser de fiar, la carga que llevamos no es para los dependientes de espiritu.“
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Siempre existe ese momento maravilloso, en que un hombre ve por primera vez el cuerpo de una mujer. Sobre todo el cuerpo de una mujer que no conoce. Una visión que es toda aventura. Su mirada cae en cascada, como el agua en un precipicio.
Virgil - El psicoanalista
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Esta historia no termina con un beso, sino cuando el cuchillo toca el hueso, ¿ves?, yo soy de los que ama hasta que duele, nena, no va a ser fácil que salgamos ilesos por eso, mejor me olvido de tu nombre, afilo a mi hambre y sigo con mi movida, suena el timbre y no te haces mayor hasta que entiendes que el amor es una eterna despedida y lo siento, nena, yo no sé seguir los planes, me gusta vivir sin rumbo girando como huracanes, me aburre lo común, lo normal me da mal fario, pa’ mí lo cotidiano es sonar siempre extraordinario, pregunta a los amigos que saben lo que sentí y ellos solo dicen que yo estuve en otra nube, maldigo el día en el que te conocí porque me tuviste a mí pero yo nunca te tuve a ti, así que por favor lléname el vaso pa’ brindar por los amores que terminan en fracaso que yo ya paso de tu ruido, lo malo del amor es cuando toca negociar con el olvido y ella dijo: “quédate, por favor, no seas loco, intentémoslo otra vez, por favor, no seas loco”, y yo le dije: “adiós y perdón si me equivoco, prefiero morir de golpe que matarnos poco a poco.
Ya es tarde - Sharif y Lex
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not-that-appropriate · 4 years ago
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I’ve never had a safe place to actually be me, so i’m creating it here, i’ll post photos of myself as well as some thoughts and writtings i may have lying around, i just want somewhere to express myself and if i can get to more people by doing so, that’ll be awesome. Also i might update my blog in spanish or in english, depends on how i’m feeling. 
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Last year i used to weight almost 100 kg, i started working out everyday and stopped smoking, even tho I'm proud of my progress and I've never been more comfortable with my body i want to keep going, I'm starting a simple journal, taking pics and videos pf myself every now and then to see how I'm doing, unfortunately I don't have any photos like this of me from last year, I'd love a comparison, the change was pretty dramatic.
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Post-workout cringe
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 when sylvia plath wrote “the silence depressed me. it wasn’t the silence of silence. it was my own silence.” and when anne carson wrote “why does tragedy exist? because you are full of rage. why are you full of rage? because you are full of grief.” and when jenny slate wrote “and i am getting older but i am not growing up and my heart is getting soft dark spots on it like a fruit that has gone bad.” and when virginia woolf wrote “to want and not to have, sent all up her body a hardness, a hollowness, a strain.” and when susanna kaysen wrote “when you’re sad, you need to hear your sorrow structured into sound.” and when margaret atwood wrote “already my childhood seemed far away – a remote age, faded and bittersweet, like dried flowers. did i regret its loss, did i want it back? i didn’t think so…” and when gillian flynn wrote “i was not a lovable child, and i’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult.”
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