humansofnewyork:

"We’re getting divorced because we love each other, and we both realize that we don’t have enough of what the other needs. When we decided to get divorced, I wrote a note with all the things I loved about her, and gave it to her. She got very emotional and started crying. Then three days later, she wrote me a similar note. But here’s the thing—- she wrote it on the back of a recycled piece of paper. She wrote it on the back of an advertisement or something. So I called her out on it. And she said: ‘I knew you were going to bring that up. If you cared, you wouldn’t mind what it was written on.’ And I said: ‘Well, if you cared, you’d have gotten a fresh piece of paper.’"

humansofnewyork:

"We’re getting divorced because we love each other, and we both realize that we don’t have enough of what the other needs. When we decided to get divorced, I wrote a note with all the things I loved about her, and gave it to her. She got very emotional and started crying. Then three days later, she wrote me a similar note. But here’s the thing—- she wrote it on the back of a recycled piece of paper. She wrote it on the back of an advertisement or something. So I called her out on it. And she said: ‘I knew you were going to bring that up. If you cared, you wouldn’t mind what it was written on.’ And I said: ‘Well, if you cared, you’d have gotten a fresh piece of paper.’"

 

(Fuente: glamour)

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colin-vian:

  Gustav Klimt - Egyptian Art (1890)

colin-vian:

  Gustav Klimt - Egyptian Art (1890)

(vía elfantasmadelespacio)

Eres, sin duda, mía. Y soy, sin duda tuyo. No importa nada. No importa lo que hagamos, lo que deseemos, lo que esperemos. No importa otra vez más ni la distancia, ni esa pequeña muerte de la ausencia; no importa ya ni el tiempo, ni el olvido, ni la sangre buscándote, ni el mutilado encuentro. Eres mía, mía, sin palabras, sin giros, sin metáforas, mía ya sin ti misma, como tuyo sin mí: los dos en uno, sin nosotros.

Jaime Sabines, Los amorosos, Cartas a Chepita. (via nomegustaelpastel)