City of Lost Dreams
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Por esas noches en que los pensamientos no tienen descanso.
Por las dudas revolotean en la oscuridad.
Por aquellos sueños perdidos.
Por esas desilusiones inesperadas.
Por la soledad y el cansancio.
Por esa única razón que no te deja dormir.
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Intervals in truth
*Hold me. Put your arms around my waist and hold me.*
His voice was demanding but she was tired. She had no more energy. Somehow, all the daily giving had made her empty and her limbs completely useless. She felt trapped inside a life, she thought she had wanted.
I can’t.
*Do you want this to work?*
In a low pitched scratchy voice, she finally found morsels of pitiful crumbs called self empathy…
I don’t know.
…and that’s the truth…sad, but the truth…
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I wanna remember to remember to forget you forgot me.
A Different City - Modest Mouse. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)
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Sin respeto, el amor se pierde. Sin celos, el amor es aburrido. Sin honestidad, el amor es triste. Sin confianza, el amor es inestable.
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There is a certain clinical satisfaction in seeing just how bad things can get.
Sylvia Plath (via born-blue)
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I am the weakest, the most innocent, the most trustful. You are all protected. I am naked.
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves (via violentwavesofemotion)
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