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Mom, how do you do that weird foot thing?? https://ift.tt/39LKOid

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Si no eres tu, entonces que no sea nadie.

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Cuando Sous Sol dijo: ¿Cómo podría decirle que le quiero, si ya quiere a alguien más?

Bro i really feel that

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Recuerda: Mereces un amor bonito y real.

—Indirectasdemiparati

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¿Cómo le dirían a alguien “te amo” sin decirle “te amo”?

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¿Okay?

No quiero ser un amor. Quiero ser el puto amor de tu vida.

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“El es de esas personas que todos ruegan por encontrar pero muy pocos tienen el privilegio de encontrar a alguien como tú.”

Desconocido

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Odio que me digan “no es el momento”.

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A veces te acostumbras tanto a las personas que crees que siempre estarán ahí, no las valoras lo suficiente, no les dices cuánto las quieres porque crees que lo saben, pero cuando no están te arrepientes de todo eso, de no decirle lo mucho que las quieres, de no abrazarlas lo suficiente, de no demostrarles lo importante que son para ti...

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Odio que me digan “no es el momento”.

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Dame cariñito, que problemas tengo de sobra.

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“You told her the wave was seven feet.

You ran to her, on the beach.

There were seagulls.

She wore a hat with a blue ribbon.

A long dress with a blue and red flower.

Yellow sandals, covered in sand.

She was pretty.

She was really pretty.

And you…

You were happy.”

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Se me metió un "Hopper debe estar vivo, no muerto" en el ojo

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you both about. ” I know this is a difficult conversation, but I care about you both very much. And I know that you care about each other very much. And that’s why it’s important that we set these boundaries moving forward, so we can build an environment where we all feel comfortable trusted and open “to sharing our feelings. ” Feelings. Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long, I’d forgotten what those even were. I’ve been stuck in one place, in a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave. And then, I left some Eggos out in the woods, and you came into my life and for the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy. But, lately, I guess I’ve been feeling distant from you. Like you’re you’re pulling away from me or something. I miss playing board games every night, making triple-decker Eggo extravaganzas at sunrise, watching westerns together before we doze off. But I know you’re getting older. Growing. Changing. And I guess if I’m being really honest, that’s what scares me. I don’t want things to change. So, I think maybe that’s why I came in here, to try to maybe stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. But I know that’s naive. It’s just not how life works. It’s moving. Always moving, whether you like it or not. And, yeah, sometimes it’s painful. Sometimes it’s sad. And sometimes it’s surprising. Happy. So, you know what? Keep on growing up, kid. Don’t let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from ‘em, and when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you’re out of that cave. But, please, if you don’t mind, for the sake of your poor old dad, keep the door open three inches.

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”BILLY!” 

Stranger Things: Season 3 Chapter Eight: The Battle of Starcourt

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Y esta boquita se esta muriendo por unos cuantos besitos tuyos.

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yo no quiero hacerle nunca a nadie lo que me hicieron a mí