the silence belongs to us and every single person is waiting for us to fill it with something. so fill it like this. tell them they are magic. every damn person that shakes their way under your skin. tell them they are fucking magic. because it’s easy to feel heavy. it’s easy to become heavy. but somehow, as heavy as the weight becomes, we carry on. and as hard as life promises itself to be, we keep moving through it. we run or we walk or we crawl, but we move. and as bruised as our bodies may get, our colours never disappear. so go. tell your people they are magic. take pictures of them when they aren’t looking, and take more when they see you and tell you to stop. don’t stop. hang those pictures on their walls and from their ceilings, and when no one is around, let them look at themselves and see what you see when they think no one is looking. let them see skin. knees and shoulders and crooked smiles and squinted eyes. pores. wrinkles. scars. god, let them see how much they are, because there are countless days they feel how little they are. so for those days, make sure they have these pictures. make sure they know they are much. so much. they are magic and sparkles and days they feel like they are breaking, tell them it’s okay. it’s okay, you magic soul; today your body is a piñata and we will break you together and once we do, you will see all these sweet parts inside you, all these yummy pieces you carry that everyone craves. I know. I know sometimes you have to see it for yourself to believe it. and nights you feel empty and you just want to explode, we will climb the highest mountain and scream so loud your heart will open and all these colours will spark up, and god, you will see, you make such beautiful fireworks. we will sit and watch together. you are magic. you are god-damn magic. and know this: you are here to imprint your heart in every space that is privileged enough to be stepped by you. you are here to feel. feel like you just found what you never even knew was missing. but god it feels so good. it feels so good. you, feel so good
"Adorada: Anoche no he dormido pensando en ti. Cada vez se hace más dolorosa la separación. Tus gestos y actitudes quedaron tan grabados en mi mente que vivo como atormentado (...)" ✉✒
Hoy, transcribiendo cartas de amor de 1941.