"A veces, hay cosas en nuestra vida que no están destinados a permanecer. A veces, el cambio puede no ser lo que queriamos. A veces, el cambio es exactamente lo que necesitamos. Y a veces, decir adiós es la cosa más dura que pensamos que tenemos que hacer, pero también a veces, decir "hola" de nuevo es lo que nos quiebra y nos hace más vulnerables que los que nunca creimos posible. A veces, el cambio es demasiado para poder soportarlo.

Pero la mayor parte del tiempo, el cambio es lo único que puede salvar nuestra vida. "

Una amistad tan sencilla y natural como el hecho de respirar.

Tambien se llama amor.

E.T.: Come...
Elliot: Stay...

E.T.: I'll... be... right... here.
Elliot: ...bye.

Fucking desorbitadoooooooo- jajajaja.

Lastima que no tenemos la tipica foto con todos, pero buen. La pase bárbaro che. :)

:)

Se los pido por favor, no cambien nunca. Porque asi, estan
perfectas amigas !

Si,
supongo que el gen de la locura y derivados,
es hereditario.

“Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be… loved.”

Y te olvidaste todo

sin querer.

And no one ever has to know that inside we are broken. I try to patch things up again to count my tears and kill these fears.. But have I told you, have I?