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"«De pequeño, padre le aseguraba que aquel lugar de ladrillo y hueso los quería con locura y que siempre estaría allí para ayudarlos en lo que necesitaran, y hacía hincapié en que él se encargaría de ello.
Pero también dijo que mamá viviría por siempre, y mintió.»" — 1 hour, 9 min ago
"«De pequeño, padre le aseguraba que aquel lugar de ladrillo y hueso los quería con locura y que siempre estaría allí para ayudarlos en lo que necesitaran, y hacía hincapié en que él se encargaría de ello.
Pero también dijo que mamá viviría por siempre, y mintió.»" — 1 hour, 9 min ago
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"«Paper is fragile, even when bound with string in cloth or leather. The majority of the stories within the Harbor on the Starless Sea are captured on paper. In books or on scrolls or folded into paper birds and suspended from ceilings. There are stories that are more fragile (...) And there are always those who would watch Alexandria burn. There always have been. There always will be. So there are always guardians.»" — May 31, 2026 02:18AM
"«Paper is fragile, even when bound with string in cloth or leather. The majority of the stories within the Harbor on the Starless Sea are captured on paper. In books or on scrolls or folded into paper birds and suspended from ceilings. There are stories that are more fragile (...) And there are always those who would watch Alexandria burn. There always have been. There always will be. So there are always guardians.»" — May 31, 2026 02:18AM
“Augustus Waters was a self-aggrandizing bastard. But we forgive him. We forgive him not because he had a heart as figuratively good as his literal one sucked, or because he knew more about how to hold a cigarette than any nonsmoker in history, or because he got eighteen years when he should've gotten more.'
'Seventeen,' Gus corrected.
'I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.
'I'm telling you,' Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
'But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.'
I was kind of crying by then.”
― The Fault in Our Stars
'Seventeen,' Gus corrected.
'I'm assuming you've got some time, you interupting bastard.
'I'm telling you,' Isaac continued, 'Augustus Waters talked so much that he'd interupt you at his own funeral. And he was pretentious: Sweet Jesus Christ, that kid never took a piss without pondering the abundant metaphorical resonances of human waste production. And he was vain: I do not believe I have ever met a more physically attractive person who was more acutely aware of his own physical attractiveness.
'But I will say this: When the scientists of the future show up at my house with robot eyes and they tell me to try them on, I will tell the scientists to screw off, because I do not want to see a world without him.'
I was kind of crying by then.”
― The Fault in Our Stars
“Soy tres mujeres. Soy la que era; soy la que no tenía derecho a ser pero era; soy la mujer a la que has salvado.Te doy las gracias, pistolero.”
― The Drawing of the Three
― The Drawing of the Three
“La Historia habla de batallas, de victorias y derrotas, de incontables soldados muertos, de cifras, de conquistas, de genocidas, de pueblos sometidos, de líderes buenos y malos, pero no menciona a las verdaderas víctimas de la guerra, hombres y mujeres, ancianos y niños, represaliados, vapuleados, humillados, obligados a aceptar las imposiciones de los vencedores cuando no asesinados con impunidad.”
― Y todos callaron
― Y todos callaron
“you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
―
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
―
“Pregunta: ¿Qué hacer para no perder el tiempo?
Respuesta: Sentirlo en toda su lentitud.”
― The Plague
Respuesta: Sentirlo en toda su lentitud.”
― The Plague
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