The moment you told me you would propose… that moment is imprinted in my mind.

Que te quiero y te deseo

Te huyo y te busco

Que no quiero saber nada de ti

pero necesito averiguarlo todo.

It takes no special effort to be with someone at their best

courageous-and-strong:

“I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. My attachments are always excessively strong.”

— Jane Austen (via modernmethadone)

(via calm-mysoul)

Beware the woman who has nothing to lose,

she will set the world on fire and enjoy watching it burn.

6musings,

Qué lata sentir que te tienes que entregar en cachitos digeribles porque eres demasiado para una sola persona.

¿Cómo demonios le hago para sentirme tanto y tan poco al mismo tiempo?

I am unapologetically mine.

I will not give myself to anyone.

You’ll never understand how much I loved you,

I just need you to know that I did

6musings,

Forever hoping is a really sucky way to live

6musings,

I am here because of you

I’ll always be here for you

Have I been that subtle,

Or are you that oblivious?

6musings,

henryclervals:

“When I was 21 I read “Anna Karenina.” I thought Anna and Vronsky were soul mates. They were deeply in love and therefore had to be together. I found Karenin cruel and oppressive for keeping his wife from her destiny. Levin and Kitty and the peasants bored me. I read those parts quickly. Last year I turned 49, and I read the book again. This time, I loved Levin and Kitty. I loved the fact that after she declined his proposal he waited for a long time to mend his hurt feelings and then asked her again. I loved that she had grown up in the interim and now felt grateful for a second chance. Anna and Vronsky bored me. I thought Anna was selfish and shrill. My heart went out to poor Karenin, who tried to be decent. What has literature taught me about love? Literature (along with experience) has taught me that love means different things at different points in our lives, and that often as we get older we gravitate toward the quieter, kinder plotlines, and find them to be richer than we had originally understood them to be.”

— Ann Patchett, “A Sentimental Education - Writers on Love” (via zenshipper)

(via macrolit)

If at 32 your hand is not yours, it was never going to be yours.