There is a universal truth we all have to face, whether we want to or not, everything eventually ends. As much as I’ve looked forward to this day, I’ve always disliked endings. Last day of summer, the final chapter of a great book, parting ways with a close friend. But endings are inevitable. Leaves fall. You close the book. You say goodbye. Today is one of those days for us. Today we say goodbye to everything that was familiar, everything that was comfortable. We’re moving on. But just because we’re leaving, and that hurts, there’s some people who are so much a part of us, they’ll be with us no matter what. They are our solid ground. Our North Star. And the small clear voices in our hearts that will be with us, always.
Alexis’ Graduation Speech, Castle (via quote-book)
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Te pido que no me dejes caer. Te pido que me ames siempre, aun con mis defectos. Te pido que me hables con sinceridad. Te pido que me acaricies con cautela. Te pido que me beses con pasión. Te pido que me llenes de alegría. Te pido que me regales sonrisas. Te pido a ti.
Erilaine Charón 
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Jajajaja los cigarros de Pato. 

Jajajaja los cigarros de Pato. 

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Seda.

HERVÉ JONCOUR no había visto nunca a esa muchacha, ni verdaderamente la vio 

nunca esa noche. En el cuarto sin luz sintió la belleza de su cuerpo y conoció sus manos 

y su boca. La amó durante  horas, con gestos que no había hecho nunca, dejándose 

enseñar una lentitud que no conocía. En la oscuridad era fácil amarla sin amarla a ella. 

Poco antes del alba, la muchacha se levantó, se puso el kimono blanco y se marchó. 

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Strange is our situation here upon earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to a divine purpose. From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: That we are here for the sake of others…for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day, I realize how much my outer and inner life is built upon the labors of people, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received.
Albert Einstein (via invaderxan)
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WUUUT? 
Jajaja no sé porque esto después de un rato me causó mucha gracia.

WUUUT? 

Jajaja no sé porque esto después de un rato me causó mucha gracia.

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