PROPOSE TO ME NOW, QUICK!
fucking kill me
Los seres humanos no nacen para siempre el día en que sus madres los alumbran, sino que la vida los obliga a parirse a sí mismos una y otra vez.
- Gabriel García Márquez (March 6, 1927-April 17th, 2014)
[human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves]
I’m at that awkward age where half my friends are engaged or having babies, and the other half are too drunk to find their phones.
I wanted to say something about how it’s been a rough season, but then I got to thinking about how it’s more that it has always been rough with some good seasons in between. And maybe that is just life. I was also thinking that maybe some of us go into survival mode too early on and we don’t know how to just live. Like maybe if you weather the storm long enough or early on enough, the storm just becomes a part of you. I feel a storm inside of me.
There’s a difference between only caring about some people and only caring about yourself.