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Quiero que me abraces tan fuerte, que al final solo me duela el cuerpo y ya no más el alma.
Tal vez sea atrevido, pero me gustas. Como para compartir un paraguas bajo la lluvia, para tomar una malteada con dos pajillas, para patinar sobre hielo mientras tomo tu mano, para andar por la ciudad en bicicleta…
Para hacer todas esas cosas cursis y bobas que sólo hacen las personas en películas. Me gustas para eso y más. Mucho más.
Soy de las únicas personas que seguramente decidió dejar de pelar con sus demonios. Deje de atormentarme a mi misma y deje de darles el gusto de verme sufrir.
Ahora esos demonios viven conmigo como un alterego. Hay veces en que nos sentamos a tomar café y llenar una o dos hojas con poesía. Y otras veces nos quedamos llorando en la cama y maldiciendo a medio mundo.
Verán, mis demonios y yo hicimos las paces. Incluso me atrevo a decir que la estamos pasando bien. Sólo espero que cuando llegue alguien más con sus propios demonios los míos no los quieran asesinar o peor: enamorarse de ellos.

Sabes que es amor cuando pasas todo un día junto a él y sigues queriendo más.
-El diario de Alejandro.
It’s really refreshing having someone in your life who appreciates you and actually wants to spend time with you. Someone who reminds you they will not leave when things get tough. Someone who is not like everyone else. I think everyone needs a person like that.
Cuddling is so perfect when you think about it because you get really close to someone you love and its like saying “Hey human, there’s a lot of humans in the world but you’re my human and I love you.

I’m reblogging this again because I love the message behind it and I think it needs to be passed on.
My mother let us choose. My brother and I decided that religion just wasn’t for us. She reacted neutrally and we were not baptised, nor did we make our first holy communion.
My sister chose religion. She woke my mum up every Said “its time to go to church”. She was baptised at 8 years old when she was able to do it for herself, read the relevant parts herself, and knew the choices she was making rather than it being made for her. And she was so happy. Religion should be a choice, and one that you are fully consenting and happy to make.
She’s now 12 and she still has the cross that was a gift at her baptism above her bed, and still reads her little bible from time to time. She doesn’t attend church any more, because she doesn’t feel that church is necessary to have a god.
I am an atheist, as I have stated. But I’m here for her if she ever wants to talk to me about her religion and all things associated.
That is how religion should be. For everyone.
This is such a beautiful message.
