you're here. that's enough. it won't be forever, but for tonight it is. for tonight, it's everything.

I love you with all my bruised heart.

And I’m struck by wonder — “what if I could choose?” / To break you? Embrace you? No way to forgive but is that all there is?

That's why I love you. Let's meet again somewhere. It may happen after a hundred or a thousand years, if ever... Don't worry. The sea of fragments is too shallow for the two in love.

the smell of rotten flesh, the smell of plagued ghosts / who was I before this war?

There were all my secrets, spread out on the table. Like someone had taken my insides and scooped them out for everyone to see. Look, here are her stupid hopes! Look, here's her dumb soft heart!

¿y si un día se nos cae el firmamento encima? ¿y si el fin del mundo no es una catástrofe, si no que viene en forma de nieve y es suave? lento, como una hoja en otoño cayendo, un suicidio pausado, un perdón que nunca llega. ¿y si se siente como volver a casa?

However painful it may be, as long as you survive, you can find a way forward.

In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you’re whispering 'where have you been?' I say, 'I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has ever been able to find me.'

Si el cielo de Castilla es tan alto es porque lo levantaron los campesinos de tanto mirarlo.

It's all right. In time, the things that you cannot do will become the things you can do. Yes. Start small. Find something you like and get better. Improve slowly. One step at a time. Imagine yourself succeeding. See? Doesn't the future excite you?

Saw a broken man who sent a girl to play hero, who sent her to her death because he wasn’t good enough no matter how hard he’d tried and knew it, who had to deal with it.

the realization that i am no longer at war with the world—that i am, rather, able to love it wholeheartedly, though my attempts to show this love sometimes are muddled—is an indescribable relief.

Nos provocamos el insomnio y así soñamos despiertos

i vow to love you in primal ways. i vow to love you in infinite forms. in our separateness and composites. to dust and stars and the ever after.

you belong somewhere you feel free.

I will die for the world this man lives in.

And I’m struck by wonder — “what if I could choose?” / To break you? Embrace you? No way to forgive but is that all there is?

she says I smell like safety and home

I know that it is not longer winter. It is warm and it is spring. Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the warmth of the spring sun entering my room.

Sorry I couldn't say it right, that I hurt you, that I cried.

But remember this. I want to get to know all of you, including the parts you're too scared to share.

who do you sound like when in love?

¿Qué tienen los espejos españoles que no tengan los demás? Ignoro los secretos del azogue. Pero existen. Me veo más viejo; cosa que a nadie debe asombrar, pero no son sólo treinta años. Hace más: el tiempo multiplicado por la ausencia.

I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.

Creo que sabes amar mucho mejor que nosotros, por eso te resulta tan doloroso.

Perhaps we're like the stars, shining alone in the empty void of space. Having faith that one day, our light might reach someone.

I wish that you forgive yourself for all the things that you are not.

Don't you have any other wish? You can say anything; I'll do it for you. Even if you tell me to die along with you, I would.

It's all right. In time, the things that you cannot do will become the things you can do. Yes. Start small. Find something you like and get better. Improve slowly. One step at a time. Imagine yourself succeeding. See? Doesn't the future excite you?

Creo que ya lo había decidido. Eso es lo que quiero recordar de mi hermano. El día que decidió volar... y lo hizo.

Every part of you is you. When you cry, when you laugh, even when you're angry... You're a precious person to me, and this will never change.

The horror was for love. The things we do for love like this are ugly, mad, full of sweat and regret. This love burns you and maims you and twists you inside out. It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all.

Odio todo lo que soy. Y estoy tan cansada. Estoy cansada de querer estar en cualquier parte, menos en mi cabeza.

Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us. These, our bodies, possessed by light. Tell me we'll never get used to it.

you deserve the good things you are scared of wanting.

¿Me puedes prometer cosas imposibles o puedes hacer que mis fantasías se tranquilicen poniendo mi cabeza en ti?

but you know, even if we are apart, I will always love you, and I think everyone else feels the same way.

I, too, share a love of natural disasters, but I prefer hurricanes. I like that we name them. It is comforting to give destruction a name.

that's what people who love you do. they put their arms around you and love you when you're not so lovable.

It's good to cry sometimes, even if it feels bad, so you can make room for other feelings. Besides, if you dont cry, how will I know when to comfort you?

you learned god and kept him locked in a sonnet. here is the church. here is your head bowed and your hands shaking. here is a sunday without bread.

beloved, wait, don’t leave me. dearest of men, don’t die, don’t let them take you from me.

You love each other, you do, and here's the tragedy: it's not enough.

The sun’s light even reaches this deep, dark corner of the world. I mean, of course it does, but… I dunno, for some reason, it feels particularly bright today.

i can't carry it for you. but i can carry you.

No matter what must be sacrificed, I will give you freedom. You are a bird, locked in a cage. I will find the key and free you, even if it is the last thing I do. I will stand from the ground and watch you flap your wings and fly.

¿alguna vez te has parado a escuchar el silencio que sigue a las mentiras?

i was in love with the innocence of dogs, the purity of their affection. they didn't know enough to hide their feelings. they existed.

That's why, that is enough. You deserve to be here. You don't have to pretend not to cry. ... I'm here, aren't I?