Ꭰꭺɴɴꭺ |♡|
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“Así fue como supe que hay corazones que se rompen poco a poco, en noches eternas que olvidar, en años siendo invisible, en días imaginando un imposible.”
― Todo lo que nunca fuimos
― Todo lo que nunca fuimos
“¿Por qué era tan difícil olvidar un amor que ni siquiera llegó a ser real, a existir? Quizá porque para mi corazón… simplemente fue.”
― Todo lo que nunca fuimos
― Todo lo que nunca fuimos
“Puedes equivocarte y cometer mil errores, los humanos somos así, metemos la pata, pero para eso existe también el arrepentimiento, saber decir «lo siento» cuando uno debe hacerlo. Pero, cielo, escúchame, ¿sabes qué es lo más triste de no hacer algo por cobardía? Que, con el paso del tiempo, cuando pienses en ello solo podrás pedirte perdón a ti misma por no haberte atrevido a ser valiente. Y reconciliarse con uno mismo a veces es más complicado que hacerlo con los demás.”
― Todo lo que nunca fuimos
― Todo lo que nunca fuimos
“And there she is.
I touch my jaw and she touches hers. I watch her lips part in awe and, for the first time in a long time, it’s not in a tight frown. She blinks slowly. I blink slowly. Because this is me.
All I can do is stare. At some point the stretched-out neckline of my ratty thrift-store shirt slipped off my shoulder. A strand of hair falls across my face. A girl who could be my sister stares back at me—it’s not even that I did a good job with the makeup, because I didn’t, but she’s there.
There’s a surge of vertigo as I realize this is what it’s like to bridge the gap between me-the-body and me-the-self. Or the start of it. It feels like waves are crashing in my ears, warm foam rising up to envelop me. I wrap my arms around my stomach and take a long, clean breath. And that’s really it—I feel clean for the first time in years.”
― Birthday
I touch my jaw and she touches hers. I watch her lips part in awe and, for the first time in a long time, it’s not in a tight frown. She blinks slowly. I blink slowly. Because this is me.
All I can do is stare. At some point the stretched-out neckline of my ratty thrift-store shirt slipped off my shoulder. A strand of hair falls across my face. A girl who could be my sister stares back at me—it’s not even that I did a good job with the makeup, because I didn’t, but she’s there.
There’s a surge of vertigo as I realize this is what it’s like to bridge the gap between me-the-body and me-the-self. Or the start of it. It feels like waves are crashing in my ears, warm foam rising up to envelop me. I wrap my arms around my stomach and take a long, clean breath. And that’s really it—I feel clean for the first time in years.”
― Birthday
“Maybe that's what life is about: surviving what you can't control and clinging to the good things the winds whip up.”
― Birthday
― Birthday
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