The thing about on/off relationships is… They’re great until they’re not, they’re the things of dreams, until, suddenly, you’re living a nightmare. They’re the perfect song, on a broken record. They’re a great book, possibly the greatest, but with key chapters missing. They’re breakfast in bed on a powder blue morning, and then days in bed, without eating. They’re breakups that you don’t know how to mourn, because you can’t fathom that this one, this is the last.

They’re drunk break-up sex and drunk make-up texts at 3am. They’re feeling cheated and feeling guilty. They’re feeling loved, they’re feeling special.

They’re intoxicating. Because you keep making the same mistakes, over and over again, because you keep falling into the same pattern. They’re familiar and safe, and like a home you come back to - no matter where, or how broken - it’s a home no less; they know you and you know them.

But see, the thing is, after a while, you no longer hear the music on the broken record - you just hear silence; and you no longer care about the characters, you just want the book to end. Every off, every break chips away.

At some point you realize that love should be more than drunk-3am-s that make you afraid that life will never be that perfect again. At some point you no longer want love to be a roller coaster.

Or so I’ve heard. I hope it’s true. But right now, if you called and asked me to - I’d go back, I’d do it all over again.
m.v., The infinite list of things I know, but wish I felt. (via findingwordsforthoughts)


Sunday Song

Teardrop - Jose Gonzalez

I first came across Jose Gonzalez when he did the wonderful soundtrack for The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. I since then started listening to his albums and now all they make me think of is travel.

Love, love is a verb
Love is a doing word
Feathers on my breath
Gentle impulsion
Shakes me makes me lighter
Feathers on my breath

[Previous Sunday Songs]


Sea cual sea tu pregunta…


¿Nervios?, ¿tristeza?, ¿felicidad?, ¿ganas de matar a alguien?, ¿ganas de tirarte por la ventana?, ¿nerviosa por los exámenes?, ¿necesidad de llorar?, ¿echas de menos a tu exnoviu cabrón?, ¿crees que no vales para nada?, ¿te sientes el puto amo?, ¿te tienen poco considerada en tu equipo?, ¿entrenas demasiado?, ¿comes cada día en el mcdonalds y es un problema?, ¿sientes que nada puede ir peor?, ¿y sientes que nada puede ir mejor?,

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