—En el lugar del que vengo, que es de donde viene también el capitán Wrathe, la piratería consiste en conseguir lo que quieres justo cuando lo quieres. La vida es una aventura, ¿no? Al menos debería serlo. Yo no podría vivir en tierra, encerrado en una oficina y atrapado entre cuatro paredes.
junio 29, 2014
junio 27, 2014
Como me frustra escuchar los problemas vacios y absurdos de la gente. Cosas tontas totalmente solucionables.
que piensen que eso los pone tristes, mal, enojados.
Me indigna.
Al menos eso tiene solucion.
Ya hace una semana y 4 dias.
Te sigo extrañando. sigo entrando a tu tw.
todo sigue sonando tan absurdo, tan vacio
Estoy tan enojado con todo, tan triste con todo
ash.
que piensen que eso los pone tristes, mal, enojados.
Me indigna.
Al menos eso tiene solucion.
Ya hace una semana y 4 dias.
Te sigo extrañando. sigo entrando a tu tw.
todo sigue sonando tan absurdo, tan vacio
Estoy tan enojado con todo, tan triste con todo
ash.
junio 22, 2014
Bueno, hoy tuve ensayo. Lo venia esperando hace dias para ver si podia descargarme algo de todo lo que tengo encima. Pero la verdad que no sirvio de absolutamente nada.
Me sigo sintiendo igual de mal.
Ash. por otro lado termine la mascara, me falta pintarla nomas, es algo bueno, pero que se yo.
Me gustaria saber quien entra a mi blog a leer las cosas, por que no tengo la mas remota idea quien puede ser, y hay entradas que tienen hasta 6 visitas o.O
Me sigo sintiendo igual de mal.
Ash. por otro lado termine la mascara, me falta pintarla nomas, es algo bueno, pero que se yo.
Me gustaria saber quien entra a mi blog a leer las cosas, por que no tengo la mas remota idea quien puede ser, y hay entradas que tienen hasta 6 visitas o.O
junio 19, 2014
Como se hace para aceptar que una persona ya no esta?
que no es que no puede contestarte, o se pelearon. Sino que ya no existe
como le explicas al cerebro eso?
Como podes omitir esas sensaciones?
Intento mantenerme ocupado, intento no pensar
Pero no puedo.
NO PUEDO.
estaba preocupado por vos hace rato. veia como estabas cada vez peor.
lo sabia, intente escucharte y hablar con vos siempre que pude.
cuando vi que no aparecias me preocupe
pero me hubiese gustado que quede en eso, preocupacion
como siempre
fuck.
Por que siempre le pasan cosas malas a las mejores personas?
que no es que no puede contestarte, o se pelearon. Sino que ya no existe
como le explicas al cerebro eso?
Como podes omitir esas sensaciones?
Intento mantenerme ocupado, intento no pensar
Pero no puedo.
NO PUEDO.
estaba preocupado por vos hace rato. veia como estabas cada vez peor.
lo sabia, intente escucharte y hablar con vos siempre que pude.
cuando vi que no aparecias me preocupe
pero me hubiese gustado que quede en eso, preocupacion
como siempre
fuck.
Por que siempre le pasan cosas malas a las mejores personas?
Quiero escribir.
NECESITO escribir.
pero no me sale nada
Necesitaria poder hablar con alguien
hablar de verdad
hablar con confianza
por que pasan estas cosas?
NECESITO escribir.
pero no me sale nada
Necesitaria poder hablar con alguien
hablar de verdad
hablar con confianza
por que pasan estas cosas?
“Yeah,” he said quietly. “I believe in that line from An Imperial Affliction. ‘The risen sun too bright in her losing eyes.’ That’s God, I think,
the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren’t lost. I don’t believe we return to haunt or comfort the living
or anything, but I think something becomes of us.”
“But you fear oblivion.”
“Sure, I fear earthly oblivion. But, I mean, not to sound like my parents, but I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls. The oblivion fear is something else, fear that I won’t be able to give anything in exchange for my life. If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won’t get either a life or a death that means anything.”
I just shook my head.
“What?” he asked.
“Your obsession with, like, dying for something or leaving behind some great sign of your heroism or whatever. It’s just weird.”
“Everyone wants to lead an extraordinary life.”
lo que menos esperaba de este libro era encontrar mis "problemas" reflejados en Augustus.
the rising sun, and the light is too bright and her eyes are losing but they aren’t lost. I don’t believe we return to haunt or comfort the living
or anything, but I think something becomes of us.”
“But you fear oblivion.”
“Sure, I fear earthly oblivion. But, I mean, not to sound like my parents, but I believe humans have souls, and I believe in the conservation of souls. The oblivion fear is something else, fear that I won’t be able to give anything in exchange for my life. If you don’t live a life in service of a greater good, you’ve gotta at least die a death in service of a greater good, you know? And I fear that I won’t get either a life or a death that means anything.”
I just shook my head.
“What?” he asked.
“Your obsession with, like, dying for something or leaving behind some great sign of your heroism or whatever. It’s just weird.”
“Everyone wants to lead an extraordinary life.”
lo que menos esperaba de este libro era encontrar mis "problemas" reflejados en Augustus.
junio 18, 2014
junio 16, 2014
“I fear oblivion,” he said without a moment’s pause. “I fear it like the proverbial blind man who’s afraid of the dark.”
“Too soon,” Isaac said, cracking a smile.
“Was that insensitive?” Augustus asked. “I can be pretty blind to other people’s feelings.”
Isaac was laughing, but Patrick raised a chastening finger and said, “Augustus, please. Let’s return to you and your struggles. You said
you fear oblivion?”
“I did,” Augustus answered.
Patrick seemed lost. “Would, uh, would anyone like to speak to that?”
I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know
I existed. I was a fairly shy person—not the hand-raising type.
And yet, just this once, I decided to speak. I half raised my hand and Patrick, his delight evident, immediately said, “Hazel!” I was, I’m
sure he assumed, opening up. Becoming Part Of The Group.
I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue.
“There will come a time,” I said, “when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this”—I gestured encompassingly—“will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
“Too soon,” Isaac said, cracking a smile.
“Was that insensitive?” Augustus asked. “I can be pretty blind to other people’s feelings.”
Isaac was laughing, but Patrick raised a chastening finger and said, “Augustus, please. Let’s return to you and your struggles. You said
you fear oblivion?”
“I did,” Augustus answered.
Patrick seemed lost. “Would, uh, would anyone like to speak to that?”
I hadn’t been in proper school in three years. My parents were my two best friends. My third best friend was an author who did not know
I existed. I was a fairly shy person—not the hand-raising type.
And yet, just this once, I decided to speak. I half raised my hand and Patrick, his delight evident, immediately said, “Hazel!” I was, I’m
sure he assumed, opening up. Becoming Part Of The Group.
I looked over at Augustus Waters, who looked back at me. You could almost see through his eyes they were so blue.
“There will come a time,” I said, “when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this”—I gestured encompassingly—“will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.”
junio 14, 2014
junio 04, 2014
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