Te amo y te dejo ir libre para que en tu viaje nos volvamos a encontrar
en otro tiempo, en otro lejano lugar,
donde no nos aceche el filo de la duda.

Te amo y te dejo ir libre
para que en tu tiempo a solas
puedas conocerme mejor sin mí.

Te esperaré a mitad de aquél camino
donde nuestro abrazo quedó inconcluso
donde mi amor por ti, sin duda, está….

Porque para quererte no necesito tenerte, te quiero libre
conmigo o sin mí.

—Rourke Boada (via evilthinks)

At times you sink, you fall
into your hole of silence,
into your abyss of proud anger,
and you can scarcely
return, still bearing remnants
of what you found
in the depth of your existence.

My love, what do you find
in your closed well?
Seaweed, swamps, rocks?
What do you see with blind eyes,
bitter and wounded?

Darling, you will not find
in the well into which you fall
what I keep for you on the heights:
a bouquet of dewy jasmines,
a kiss deeper than your abyss.

Do not fear me, do not fall
into your rancor again.
Shake off my word that came to wound you
and let it fly through the open window.
It will return to wound me
without your guiding it
since it was laden with a harsh instant
and that instant will be disarmed in my breast.

Smile at me radiant
if my mouth wounds you.
I am not a gentle shepherd
like the ones in fairy tales,
but a good woodsman who shares with you
earth, wind, and mountain thorns.

Love me, you, smile at me,
help me to be good.
Do not wound yourself in me, for it will be useless,
do not wound me because you wound yourself.

— The Well by Pablo Neruda (via goodlooksamerica)

Here’s What I’ve Been Doing Since You’ve Been Gone


Here is what I’ve been doing since you’ve been gone.

I read.

I kiss boys I don’t particularly feel like kissing. Their mouths do not match mine, or yours.

I go to bed early, stay asleep late.

I wake up once a night and check my text messages. This is usually at 3:30 AM, and I never remember it…

:( :( :( shit Nadia… This made me so sad.

(Source: thoughtcatalog.com)