cuando te das cuenta que lo máximo que hacen muchos hombres por una es lo mínimo que hace tu amiga un martes a las 3pm solo porque te ama y quiere verte
My "Roman Empire is the realization that my life is a lottery win. Somewhere in Sudan, Pålestine, iran, Afghanistan, Iraq or Congo, there is a boy smarter than me. He is more disciplined, more resilient, and holds more potential in his single finger than I do in my entire career.
The only difference? I am siting in a train and he is sting in the rubble of his dreams.
My "bad days" are his wildest dreams.
My "burnout" is a luxury he can't afford because his only job is staying alive.
It's geographical luck and it's a haunting injustice that we all refuse to acknowledge and look away
Sé dónde vive Vito Quiles y jamás lo filtraría ni iría a su casa.
Sé los hombres con los que se enrolla Vito Quiles y jamás les acosaría.
Tengo el teléfono de Vito y jamás lo filtraría.
No, no somos iguales. Yo no soy una mierda de persona que acosa a gente que no le gusta.
nothing will ever top this scene or this declaration of love. elizabeth’s small gasp when she sees darcy walking towards her, the morning mist, the score, darcy’s overwhelming love for her, the hand kiss, and forehead touch. Utter perfection