Hey you.

Yes, you. Stop being unhappy with yourself. You are perfect. Stop wishing you looked like someone else or wishing people liked as much as they like someone else. Stop trying to get attention from those who hurt you. Stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks. Love them. Without those things you wouldn't be you. And why would you want to be anyone else? Be confident with who you are. Smile. It'll draw people in. If anyone hates on you because you are happy with yourself then you stick your middle finger n the air and say "screw it". My happines will noy depend on others anymore. I'm happy because I love who I am. I love my flaws. I love my imperfections. They make me me. And "me" is pretty amazing.

Jealousy.

- I'm jealous.
- Don't be jealous baby.
- Why?
- Because you have something that they don't have.
- What is it?
- My heart.

Ojalá fuera cierto.

Cuando no estoy contigo es como si no existiera.

Origen.

-¿Por qué es tan importante soñar?

-Porque en el sueño estamos juntos.

- ¿Sabes?, creo que eso es el amor, hacer lo que tenemos que hacer para ser dignos del ser amado.

- Si, pero... ¿Qué es lo que tenemos que hacer? Porque debería ser mucho más fácil...

- Es mucho más fácil. Pero nosotros lo complicamos. Pensamos que amar es tener derechos, pero la ironía del amor es que se funde en renuncias. Pensamos que amar nos legitima a tener y nos olvidamos que amar es ceder, darse.

Sábado 28 de mayo de 2011.

Si exagerásemos nuestras alegrías, como hacemos con nuestras penas, nuestros problemas perderían importancia. 

Nothing will make me love you less.

Can somebody tell me how can a person just disappear from your life? There were there all the time and then, in just one day they're different. They seem to be strangers for you and you don't know why. They need you and you are there. You need them and they disappear to nothing. How fake are some people.