Ad nauseam |
but I am not one of them. oh no, I am not one of them, I am not even near to being one of them but they are there and I am here. |
Crocodile tears.
Babies eating lemons.
no me gusta la palabra conformo, porque no me conformo
me quedo contigo y tus imperfecciones, porque así te amo
(Source: peacelovelearntotango, via desvariaciones)
Dreamed pleasure is pleasure, albeit in a dream.
What we suppose of ourselves we become,
If with a focused mind
We persist in believing it.
So do not censure my way of thinking
About things, beings, and fate.
For myself I create as much
As I create for myself.
Outside me, indifferent to what I think,
Fate is fulfilled. But I fulfill myself
Within the small ambit
Of what is given to me as mine.
Calm because I’m unknown,
And myself because I’m calm,
I want to fill my days
with wanting nothing from them.For those whom wealth touches,
Gold irritates the skin.
For those on whom fame blows,
Life fogs over.On those for whom happiness
Is their sun, night will fall.
But those who hope for nothing
Are glad for whatever comes.
Since we do nothing in this confused world
That lasts or that, lasting, is of any worth,
And even what’s useful for us we lose
So soon, with our own lives,
Let us prefer the pleasure of the moment
To an absurd concern with the future,
Whose only certainty is the harm we suffer now
To pay for its prosperity.
Tomorrow doesn’t exist. This moment
Alone is mine, and I am only who
Exists in this instant, which might be the last
Of the self I pretend to be.
Todas las cartas de amor son ridículas.
No serían cartas de amor si no fuesen ridículas.
También escribí en mi tiempo cartas de amor, como las demás, ridículas.
Las cartas de amor, si hay amor, tienen que ser ridículas.
Pero, al fin y al cabo, sólo las criaturas que nunca escribieron…
(Source: the-winchestears-are-delicious)
I’m first i’m like….happy, happy, happy! I posted...
Crocodile tears.
Babies eating lemons.
I was like:


Im done.
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