I appreciate this, thank you. And I agree.
Anyone anywhere is too beautiful to put themselves through such pain. And if they do, reach out for them to let them know.
And even after my recovery in High School, this thought came to me ever so often.
I never speak of Tumblr because it’s been made into such a taboo here. If you talk about it, you’re weak, if you do it, you’re a coward. If you even do as much as reach out for someone, even if it’s by pictures, you’re seeking attention.
But, I guess it’s time to open up. The one who cuts is not a coward; the one who cuts is in need of help, in need of love and no attacks. Once you’re able to breathe again, it is the most beautiful feeling. You don’t depend on the lesser pain to keep going. You just go.
If you even feel the need to reach out to hurt yourself again, and you feel venting your feelings will hurt, don’t think twice about doing so. I’m here for anyone that needs support in any way.
I’m babysitting again. I’ve gotten back home for Winter Break and had done nothing but sleep and watch television. I’ve gone out during the day these pas two days with a couple of friends, one that led to drinking Baileys in a parking lot at 11AM, another to a minor car crash. All is good and will make great stories.
But I’m babysitting tonight. There’s nothing wrong with that, nothing at all. Actually, it’s been quite pleasant. I’ve been taking care of this girl for all of her life, which includes belly time, and she’s about to be three. It’s reminded me of my childhood so much, the way she plays and sees intrigue in everything. We’ve also spent the night watching Disney Classics, which helps add to my nostalgia.
The innocence of all of it, just breathtaking and heartbreaking all at once.
That little jump at the sound of the other person’s voice. The listening of approximating footsteps. The waiting for the mention of your name. The urge for that interaction.
The conversation flows. The smiles rise and the cocky playful fighting streamlines and conducts your movements. Then the inevitable… the end. The pull-away. But then both look back and stare again, starting the conversation from doorframes, leaning into the walls to make sure the message of interest is conveyed.
Then the final stroke, the invitation.
I’m sorry, I don’t know. :S
Aquí nadie sabe en qué repara el futuro, ni como estimularlo. Todo el mundo con el miso cargamento, diferentes miedos, mismas esperanzas. Aquí nadie sabe que pasará mañana.
Todo el mundo tira a la misma suerte… unos pocos tiramos el alma.
Si supiera que estos son los últimos minutos que te veo diría “te quiero” y no asumiría, tontamente, que ya lo sabes. Siempre hay un mañana y la vida nos da otra oportunidad para hacer las cosas bien, pero por si me equivoco y hoy es todo lo que nos queda, me gustaría decirte cuanto te quiero, que nunca te olvidaré.” —Gabriel García Márquez. (via placeresviolentos)
Yarelis Bonilla, five, of Elizabeth in New Jersey, has lymphocytic leukaemia and her best hope is a bone-marrow transplant from a perfect match donor.
Her seven-year-old sister, Gisselle, would fit the bill but she lives in El Salvador and has twice been denied a visa by the US embassy.
Marian Habib, the lawyer representing the family of Yarelis, who was born in the US, said: “It is truly an emergency. This is a race against time.” She said the US embassy in El Salvador has to be convinced that the girl’s life is at risk and that her sister will return to her home country after the transplant.