"Look at it out here, it's all falling apart. I'm erasing you and I'm happy! By morning, you'll be gone."
eterno resplandor de una mente sin recuerdos...
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At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. Its like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And its not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.
Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.
I wish there were a rulebook for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. As for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something we have to define for ourselves How do you know how much is too much? Too much too soon. Too much information. Too much fun. Too much love, or too much to ask of someone? When is it all just too much for us to bear? In general, lines are there for a reason. For security, for clarity. If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. So why is it that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it? We cant help ourselves. When we see a line we want to cross it. Maybe it’s the thrill of the unfamiliar, a sort of personal dare. The only problem is once that you’ve crossed, it’s almost impossible to go back. But, if you do manage to make it back across the line, you find safety in numbers. No matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it, eventually the lies fall away, like it or not. But here's the truth about the truth. It hurts. So we lie.
Communication. It's the first thing we really learn in life. The funny thing is, once we grow up, learn our words and really start talking, the harder it becomes to know what to say. Or how to ask for what we really need. At the end of the day, there are some things you just can't help but talk about. Some things we just don't want to hear, and some things we say because we can't be silent any longer. Some things are more than what you say. They're what you do. Some things you say because you have no other choice. Some things you keep to yourself. And not too often, but every now and then, some things simply speak for themselves.
In general, lines are there for a reason: for security, for clarity. If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. So why is it, that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it? We can’t help ourselves. We see a line, we want to cross it. Maybe it’s the thrill of trading the familiar for the unfamiliar. A sort of personal dare. Only problem is, once you’ve crossed it’s almost impossible to go back. But if you do manage to make it back across that line you find safety in numbers Some say there’s just some kind of sixth sense, when the great beyond is headed for you, you feel it coming. Whatever it is, it's creepy. Because if you know, what do you do about it? Forget about the fact that you're scared out of your mind. If you knew this was your last day on earth, how would you want to spend it? Life is not a spectator sport. Win, lose, or draw, the game is on. So go ahead... argue with the ref, change the rules, cheat a little, take a break and tend to your wounds. But play. Play. Play hard, play fast... play loose and free. Play as if there's no tomorrow. Okay, so it's not whether you win or lose, it's how you play the game... right? A wise man once said – “You can have anything in life if you’re willing to sacrifice everything else for it.” What he meant is nothing comes without a price. So before you go into battle, you better decide how much you’re willing to lose. Too often going after what feels good means letting go of what you know is right. And letting someone in means abandoning the walls you’ve spent a lifetime building. Of course the toughest sacrifices are the ones we don’t see coming. When we don’t have time to come up with a strategy to pick sides….or to measure the potential loss. When that happens, when the battle chooses us, and not the other way around, that’s when the sacrifice can turn out to be more than we can bear.
p.d.: mi mejor amiga (L)
Soy aquella que perdió eso que nunca tuvo... Y si sangro, sangro sabiendo que a vos no te importa...
meredith grey dice:
At some point you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out; they fence you in. Life is messy, that's how we're made. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross. Here's what I know, If you're willing to take a chance, the view from the other side is spectacular.
Responsibility, it really does suck. Unfortunately, once you get past the age of braces and training bras, responsibility doesn't go away. It can't be avoided. Either someone makes us face it or we suffer the consequences. And still adulthood has it perks. I mean the shoes, the sex, the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. That's, pretty damn good.
A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. “Never leave that till tomorrow,” he said, “Which you can do today.” This is the man who discovered electricity. You’d think more of us would listen to what he had to say. I don’t know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I’d say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure. Fear of pain. Fear of rejection. Sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you’re wrong? What if you make a mistake you can’t undo? Whatever it is we're afraid of, one thing holds true: that by the time the pain of not doing the thing gets worse than the fear of doing it, it can feel like we're carrying around a giant tumor...
That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping. And that even the biggest failure, even the worst most intractable mistake beats the hell out of never trying.
I have an aunt who whenever she poured anything for you she would say "Say when!" My aunt would say "Say when!" and of course, we never did. We don't say when because there's something about the possibility, of more. More tequila, more love, more anything. More is better.
Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate
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About Me
no sé si vale xq me lo dio http://confessionsofaspider.blogspot.com/
p.d.: mi mejor amiga (L)
de parte de http://markesamerteuil.blogspot.com/
12 delirios ajenos:
AMO ESA PELIIIIII!!!!!
usaría la maquinita esa con mas de una persona :P
slds
yo es que en ingles... como si oigo llover
me encanta la parte que kirstin dunst se entera, muy linda peli, si pudieramos borrar de un dia para el otro no? o tal vez rebobinar tambien estaria bueno
C: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon.
J: I know.
C: What do we do?
J: Enjoy it.
si eso no es heartbreakin'...
que mierda lo es?
un saludo
¡Qué buena peli! Tuve la suerte de verla en cine.
Saludos
No quiero ser redundante, pero sos bienvenida a recorrer la llanura.
queeee buena peliii! me gusto tu blog! muy lindo felicitaciones! sigo pasando y estas invitadacuando quieras, besotes, Clara.
Respuesta a tu post en blog.
"El invierno es muy particular. Hay que aprender a convivir con él"
(Después te lo presento)
...y nunca recordar nada...nunca...
Podria usar esa maquinita, aunque prefiero un proceso lento mas placentero brindado por el alcohol. Besos.
Te paso una posta. Pasa por mi blog y fijate. Saludos!
Humanidad, (y vos también conchuda seducida-por que sos esencialmente una mujer y una mujer tiene aparte de humores cambiantes, concha-) arreglaos sin mi por unos días. Me voy a ver a mi abuelo, el Gran Jefe trulalense, Sonio Samantho Tribu-Toó, que está contento a más no poder porque su nieto preferido, YO EL GRAN MONOTRIBUTO, va a visitarlo unos días a Benín, ese país africano que en el Golfo del cuervo rosarino Ortíz de Guinea, tiene forma poronguil. En realidad, el es mi abuelo adoptivo, ya que yo le fui entregado de pequeño en una canasta celestial que descendió a la Tierra desde el Olimpo, enviado por mis padres, los dioses Apolo y Palas Atenea, para salvarme del corralito de Cavallo y De la Rúa, del moisés de Ikonicoff y de la mano que mece la cuna. Así que simples mortales, arreglaos sin mi por un par de semanas. He cerrado por ese tiempo mi Instituto Superior de Estudios Internésicos. En principio pensaba dejar a cargo a Bill Gates y Cesar Milstein, pero son dos masitas que no me llegan ni a los tobillos. !No lloren, no sean maracas!, que en unos días vuelvo a seguir guiandolos con mi sabiduría, mi don de gentes, mi genialidad, y sobre todo, mi modestia y humildad. Mientra tanto cuidenmelán a la Juditha Princess, que nadie le rompa ese himen reforzado de vestal greco-andaluza-canaya que tiene y que está reservado al más grande entre los grandes: al padre del blog, Monotributo inmortal. Loor y gratitud...a mí.
Ahora si en mi ausencia vuestra impaciencia no tiene límites, podéis mandarme mensajes que en una de esas en algún lugar de la selva de Trulalá en Benín, los leo y a lo mejor los contesto, mientras miro a Judy, Toto, Clarens, Daktari y su hija Paula (la del orto celestial) como corretean felices por la foresta de la década del 60 y 70 sin entender que un monstruo los acecha: Internet. Los mensajes mandadlos queridos discípulos al sitio del genio entre los genios, el gran conductor y juez supremo de la red (modestamente ío: Monotributo) que no es otro que http://elgranmonotributo.blogspot.com
Besitossss.
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