the eighth day of my week
lionskeleton:

Too Late To Die Young
nevver:

You don’t care
aaaaaawwww

aaaaaawwww

:D 

:D 

slaughterhouse90210:

“If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new.”― George Eliot, Middlemarch

slaughterhouse90210:

“If youth is the season of hope, it is often so only in the sense that our elders are hopeful about us; for no age is so apt as youth to think its emotions, partings, and resolves are the last of their kind. Each crisis seems final, simply because it is new.”
George Eliot, Middlemarch

doloresdepalabra:

me desperté,
tras una siesta
de 15 minutos,
recuperado y en forma

abrí los ojos
y obtuve ese placer,
ya sabes,
cuando piensas:
mi vida funciona

luego cobré
conciencia de
la realidad:
durante la
última semana
me habían
despedido de
mi trabajo
y a mi madre
le habían
diagnosticado
un cáncer de mama

casi me hundo
al recordarlo

y entonces hice
lo que tú o aquel
o cualquiera
hubiese hecho:

me incorporé
de la cama

listo
para
seguir
luchando.

José Ángel Barrueco