hoy quiero estar con vos más que nunca,
aunque lo más sensato sería no estar nunca más con vos...
amor/obsesión,
no encuentro la línea que traza la diferencia
ME GUSTA TANTO QUE ME ENCANTES
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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/
11 delirios ajenos:
YA NO SÉ QUÉ HACER CONMIGO
Ya tuve que ir obligado a misa,
Ya toque en el piano para Elisa,
Ya aprendí a falsear mi sonrisa,
Ya camine por la cornisa,
Ya cambie de lugar mi cama,
Ya hice comedia,
Ya hice drama,
Fui concreto,
Y me fui por las ramas,
Ya me hice el bueno,
Y tuve mala fama...
Ya fue ético,
Y fui errático,
Ya fui escéptico,
Y fui fanático,
Ya fui abúlico,
Y fui metódico,
Ya fui púdico,
Fui caótico,
Ya leí Arthur Conan Doyle,
Ya me pase de nafta a gas oil,
Ya leí a Breton y a Molière,
Ya dormí en colchón y en sommier,
Ya me cambie el pelo de color,
Ya estuve en contra y estuve a favor,
Lo que me daba placer ahora me da dolor,
Ya estuve al otro lado del mostrador...
Y oigo una voz
Que dice sin razón
Vos siempre cambiando
Ya no cambias más
Y yo estoy cada vez más igual
Ya no sé que hacer conmigo
Ya me ahogue en un vaso de agua,
Ya plante café en Nicaragua,
Ya me fui a probar suerte a USA,
Ya jugué a la ruleta rusa,
Ya creí en los marcianos,
Ya fui ovolacto vegetariano, ¡Sano!
Fui quieto y fui gitano,
Ya estuve tranqui,
Y estuve hasta las manos,
Hice el curso de mitología,
Pero de mi los dioses se reían,
Orfebrería la salve raspando,
Y ritmología aquí las estoy aplicando,
Ya probe, ya fume, ya tome, ya deje,
ya firme, ya viaje, ya pegue, ya sufrí, ya eludí,
Ya huí, ya subí, ya me fui, ya volví, ya fingí, ya mentí,
Y entre tantas falsedades,
Muchas de mis mentiras ya son verdades,
Hice fácil adversidades,
Y me complique en las nimiedades...
Y oigo una voz
Que dice con razón
Vos siempre cambiando
Ya no cambias más
Y yo estoy cada vez más igual
Ya no sé que hacer conmigo
¡Adentro!
Ya me hice un lifting,
Me puse un piercing,
Fui a ver al Dream Team,
Y no hubo feeling,
Me tatué al Che en una nalga,
Arriba de mami para que no se salga,
Ya me reí y me importo un bledo,
De cosas y gente que ahora me dan miedo,
Ayune por causas al pedo,
Ya me empache con pollo de spiedo...
Ya fui al psicólogo,
Fui al teólogo,
Fui al astrólogo,
Fui al enólogo,
Ya fui alcóholico,
Y fui lambeta,
Ya fui anónimo,
Y ya hice dieta,
Ya lance piedras y escupitajos,
Al lugar donde ahora trabajo,
Y mi legajo cuenta a destajo,
Que me porte bien,
Y que arme relajo...
Y oigo una voz
Que dice sin razón
Vos siempre cambiando
Ya no cambias más
Y yo estoy cada vez más igual
Ya no sé que hacer conmigo...
Quien será él? La verdad que nadie sabe donde esta el limite entre obsesión y amor.. Yo particularmente.. vivo obsesionada.. :P
te adoro..
besos
yo tampoco la encuentro..
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pero pasa, hasta el amor más grande deja de doler y de presentarse (con tanta frecuencia). gacias por tus palabras en mi blog. ahora entiendo por qué te gustaron tanto
Que locura hermosa andar siempre por la corniza. Ahora se sufre. Mañana espero reime.
oh,que dificil!..es verdad, a veces parece que mas se hace..y mas lejano esta todo...pero roguemos que mañana lleguen los premios...
ojala!!!!!
por lo pronto..que bueno que haya gente que se la juegue todas!
en este mundo cada vez menos sencible....
la lista ira aumentando...pero esperemos que sea por algo bueno...dicen que lo bueno cuesta,no?
Saludos!
PyZ
El amor es una obsesión.
Aceptada porque nos pasa a todos.
Pero sigue siendo una obsesión.
No sigue reglas. No escucha razones.
Y es más que un capricho, porque afecta cada lugarcito de nuestras vidas.
Pero a todos nos pasa.
No es cuestión de aceptar las cosas como normales solo porque pasan.
Pero el amor tiene un punto importante a favor: Cuando la obsesión es correspondida puede enfermar de la más grata manera.
Mientras tanto, y a fin de cuenta, es solo un abstracto. Solo una palabra que tendrá las connotaciones que cada uno le dé.
Igual que una obsesión.
(sí, hoy no hice chistes)
relajate y goza
Difícil situación, y difícil solución. Suerte y que la encuentres.
Nos vemos
Me gustaria tanto que te guste.
Me acabas de devolver a la realidad... a esa realidad que marca que lo más sensato sería no estar nunca más con él. Pero yo tampoco puedo...
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