..Que sea cierto el jamás..

"I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when..."

Sun, 19 May 2013 23:20:25 +0200

“I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.”

- Rene Descartes (via iamnormanbates)

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"I just think life is meaningless altogether, most of the time. Yes, there is beauty in the moment,..."

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“I just think life is meaningless altogether, most of the time. Yes, there is beauty in the moment, but beyond that? People come and go and you can never count on anyone, and life is just life; a mystery, and ultimately meaningless. The meaning is in the creation, and the creation is a human construct; and people just make up stuff in order to get through life.”

- René Vernor, Anything Is Possible (via fornicating)

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dearscience: Tunnel by Ramon J Freire

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dearscience:

Tunnel by Ramon J Freire

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solongtoallofmyfriends:

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solongtoallofmyfriends:

Road Mist

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Road Mist

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People say Valentine’s day is for lovers, couples, love… A day...

Fri, 15 Feb 2013 05:30:09 +0100

People say Valentine’s day is for lovers, couples, love… A day in which you express the love you have for another person. I’ve never believed in these things but I would like to dedicate this, even if he can’t read it, to my grandfather who passed away six months ago. I would like people to know that he is always in my mind, he was and is everything to me and I love him a lot… The day I arrived at the morgue and I saw him there, exposed, like a piece of art, with makeup on and frozen I couldn’t believe that I would never talk to him again, he would never call me “tormento” again, I could never hug him again.. I think he knew his time had come, he hugged all of us at the hospital but he said nothing… I remember he asked me who had bought me those horrible glasses and I told him it was he and he said “When I leave this place I’ll buy new ones for you”. I really thought you could get out of there, you always did, I used to say that you were immortal.. He always took me to the park, to the beach, he was always asking me the multiplication tables as we walked home and he taught me to play dominoes, chess and ludo and I even beat him once! I remember in elementary school we were asked to do an essay of a person we admire, our hero. Many people made it about football players, celebrities, musicians and others and I did it about my grandfather… I feel as if he were still here, it seems like it’s a lie he’s gone forever and when I remember him every time, the tears stream down my face because I miss him so much… I always thought that he was the person who loved me the most in the world and I felt the same.. And I speak aloud at bedtime, if by chance he could hear me, I remind him I’ll love him forever.
Te quiero tantísimo, iaio ♥.

P.S. Sorry for my English :).