Bitácora de la Maga.

Encanto de niña, maldición de mujer. Enamorada de la vida, despechada del amor. Mis letras llevan sentimiento y perdida emoción. Creo en la ironía y desapruebo a la razón. Encuentro la belleza en lo imposible mientras busco la armonía de los opuestos en mi corazón. Divago en libros cuando mi alma discute con mi niña interior, mientras la mujer que soy escribe estas letras. Soy el fuego de un amor, incendiando cada corazón que ve y toca. Soy la locura disfrazada de razón sólo para que tomes mi mano y recorramos el mundo solos tú y yo. Te invito a que sueñes en mi abrazo y llores con mi sonrisa. Acompáñame al viaje hacia el interior de mi corazón mientras volamos en cada letra que sale de mi inspiración.
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Veo tu tormenta. Te veo a ti parado en medio de todo este ruido. Te veo y lloro porque entiendo lo que tú no puedes. No soy tu compañera en esta batalla, pero soy capaz de verte a ti con todos tus colores y melodías.
Te dejo pintada en estas cuatro paredes las letras que me diste, el arte que encontré en el centro de tu vientre. Derramare en ti todas mis lagrimas y alegrías, porque no me queda mas que verte, y darte lo que pueda aunque no me lo pidas.
En mis ojos, eres luz, un matiz de colores que inunda el aire que respiras. En este rincón dejo las miradas que te dí, la fe que emanas, la fortaleza que respiras y la pasión con la que me amabas.
Te las dejo en este rincón para que te permitan cruzar esta tormenta porque ellas te protegerán contra viento y marea.
Tú eras mi sueño hecho realidad, mi bendición en medio de la tempestad, mi luz entre sombras. Aunque el punto final ya se escribió, quiero que sepas que mi amor existió por una buena razón.
Díselo a tu alma, escríbelo en tu piel, grábalo en tu corazón.

Con este beso de buenas noches, hoy te digo adiós.


***Inspirado en ti. Gracias por confiar en mi, te quiero.

Bitácora de un amor en huelga: Historias de otros. (Pamela)

thuglifepanda:

age-of-awakening:

if u dont appreciate the hard work that goes into a full anime, then ur lack of appreciating art is VERYYY low

I was doing the sound effects in my head while watching this

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Leí todos mis poemas, vi a aquellos que amé entre líneas, los mismos que me lastimaron; un torrente de recuerdos vino a mis ojos y se liberó como pura cascada. Leer todos mis versos fue como leer un historial de “Te amo” que jamás fueron correspondidos.
promesas-demierda:

No te quiero mas en mi vida :’ccc

promesas-demierda:

No te quiero mas en mi vida :’ccc

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pljuga:

Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

pljuga:

Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004)

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yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
You.
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy
Happy International Women’s Day

yolesoteldo:

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be kept interested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,

Daddy

Happy International Women’s Day

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Y para estar total, completa, absolutamente enamorado, hay que tener plena conciencia de que uno también es querido, que uno también inspira amor.
Mario Benedetti  (via fuckyou-asdfghjkl)

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Pero una cosa es cierta: no me atrevo a juzgarte. Sé que cuando uno ve las cosas desde afuera, cuando uno no se siente complicado en ellas, es muy fácil proclamar qué es lo malo y qué es lo bueno. Pero cuando uno está metido hasta el pescuezo en el problema (y yo he estado muchas veces así), las cosas cambian, la intensidad es otra, aparecen hondas convicciones, inevitables sacrificios y renunciamientos que pueden parecer inexplicables para el que sólo observa.
Mario Benedetti.   (via fuckyou-asdfghjkl)

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No quiero que me reconstruyas, ni me complementes, ni siquiera que arregles mis fisuras. No quiero cambiarte, atarte ni mucho menos lastimarte. Quiero construir un nuevo puente, uno diferente, algo que nos haga encontrarnos en cada risa, en cada suspiro, abrir un camino lleno de besos, que no nos separen, que no nos torturen. No quiero que me reconstruyas, ni que me complementes, mucho menos que me arregles, quiero que me ames, rota, zurcida, despeinada, y soñadora.
Daniela Trejo (via perfectamenteerrante)

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Creo que ser una niña ignorada me hizo suponer que no era una persona a la que se le pudiera amar. En algún momento, que no recuerdo, abrí mi cráneo y removí la parte del cerebro que se usa para creer porque me parece que no puede acceder a esa zona. He aquí un chico que me dice que soy hermosa y que me quiere, que parece que no miente… pero un vacío en mi cabeza me susurra que él no me sabrá amar.
Denise Márquez (via denisesoyletras)