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«Él ha muerto. El día de ayer, su cadáver fue encontrado aquí y allá en pedazos a la orilla del lago donde solíamos ir los fines de semana. Ellos todavía no han encontrado todo de él, y creen que aún faltan muchísimos pedazos. Es repulsivo, y también es triste, él no debió morir así. Querido Dios, deseo que esto haya sido sólo un sueño...» (Fragmento de la segunda parte de mi Trilogía inspirada en obras de Junji Ito)

Cada cosa, cada ser y cada momento es una ida y vuelta al infierno, al paraíso.

Mirándote, pienso cuántos millones de humanos te han visto durante tanto tiempo, siempre has estado ahí observándonos desde arriba. Antes solo con un ápice de basura que te habían dejado en la primera exploración espacial; ahora con colonias enteras de personas que no deberían estar ahí. ¿Cómo sería verte sin luces encendidas? Las fotos antiguas son bellísimas, dejaban ver tus cráteres, tus formas vírgenes, ahora solo estás invadida, como todo aquí en la tierra.

¿Quién iba a pensar que algo supuestamente superficial iba a volverse un ritual semanal de sanación? Mientras para muchas personas el maquillaje es algo frívolo, para mí es la mejor manera de desconectarme con mi ansiedad y conectarme con ese yo saludable, que a pesar de todas las adversidades sigue ahí. Crear sobre mi piel, hace que mi mente se olvide de todo y se concentre en conseguir el mejor look, de aceptarme, de quererme, con y sin él. Querido maquillaje, gracias por tanto.

Sujo é o melhor amigo imaginário do mundo. Diferente do papai e da mamãe, ele sempre me ouve e fala comigo por muito tempo. Dei o nome engraçado porque ele sempre aparece sujo de vermelho, mesmo assim, sempre está feliz. Ele conhece tudo que eu gosto e até começou a falar igual a mim. Mas hoje uma coisa estranha aconteceu: papai e mamãe falaram com o Sujo pela primeira vez e estão o confundindo comigo. Estou chamando há horas e ninguém me escuta. Por que estou tão sujo de vermelho?

i couldn't resist and fell inside 'IT' 'where...am i?' *** 'this kingdom is called Krystal' *** 'you...you are not human...' *** 'i'm sorry for what happend. i promise i'll fix it' *** 'I DON'T WANT TO REGRESS AGAIN, NEVER AGAIN JUST...just don't go...' *** genre: thriller, action, comdey. read it on my profile if you like the story many thanks...

Una sonrisa fingida es la opción cuando todo parece ser un caos. La catástrofe que tiene lugar en mi mente es tan desastrosa que me resulta totalmente incomprensible. Mi vida se centra en días buenos, días malos y días caóticos, por ningún lado sale relucir la felicidad a pesar que me esfuerzo en buscarla.

I was told that in the early 1800s writers spent time together and the result did marvelous works. They suggested a topic and had a night or weekend to write about it and present their work to the rest. Who would like to get into such experience. Instead of a topic we could choose a genre like suspense/romance. We all get together once a month and write a short story and we publish it together in the form of a book of short stories with many writers. Who is interested? Tell me what you think 🤔

Nunca um dia lhe parecera tão longo e tão curto ao mesmo tempo. Perdeu as contas de quantos suspiros dera. Ao chegar ao último turno do dia, os ombros já estavam encolhidos. Os olhos, cansados sob os óculos de armação escura. Em sua mente, preocupações mil. As de amanhã teriam de esperar. As de hoje eram prioridade. Uma angústia quase palpável a envolvia. Surpresa por ter suportado mais um dia, ela deitou a cabeça no travesseiro, afinal as mazelas do amanhã aguardavam ansiosas, por sua vez.

Entré, y apenas me miró; me dijo: «me gustas».

Cuando asistió a su propio funeral, Juan Carlos se percató de que había llegado un día antes.

Do you want to start your self-improvement journey but you don't know where to start, There's 1 thing you can do that's a guaranteed improvement strategy. Hit the gym, workout and get big. Trust me, it provides a bigger change than just physique, it makes you feel good and more confident and most of all, you won't want to leave the mirror. Get up, lift heavy sh*t, get big and change for the better

A Mid old Man is working in construction. I am seeing him and her. There are so many people are laboring to build a building. They are working in group. Sometimes sand is moving on their face, nose, body and skin. They don't think. Their body will affect while working. But They do their work. Sand,Cement, Sun and water are the material to build. I don't know are they doing with interest,family,poverty or money. Nature is also help to work with them. Because someone is seeing them.Work is a work.

A woman lied on a canvas of winter rain. A masterpiece of art, waiting to be made. Above her, the Artist contemplated. But soon the Voice spoke to him and said: “From her body let the paint be taken, and from her soul the Masterpiece made.” In his craft, the Artist said: “Let the world see my work, and cower in fear of its brilliance.” And it was so.

The stars have never made me feel small. Billions of blinking bright lights. More stars than there were leaves on earth, blowing in the wind. I always wondered, How could they make a person feel little? Or why? The stars never made me feel small. But— When I saw those people — Strangers — sitting at the edge of their deck, knees pressed up against their chest? When I saw them chatting, their dog playing at a not-so-far-away distance trustingly ignored? I certainly feel smaller now.

When you genuinely love what you do, you don't need, a "work/life balance" – It's all just "LIFE"