Monday, April 10, 2017
Saturday, April 8, 2017
I used to know what love means, but not anymore.
I used to care about others, but it was long time ago.
I thought I knew where to find happiness, but I was wrong.
I trusted once and twice, and again, and again;
until one day, my heart said it was enough.
Enough of being disappointed.
Enough of being deceived.
Enough, just enough.
Now, my heart refuses to believe.
Now my heart refuses to beat for somebody else.
It safer, he says to me…
And perhaps, my heart is right.
Perhaps having none feelings is the safest way to live.
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Friday, April 7, 2017
ELEANOR AND PARK
By: Rainbow Rowell
Genre: Y/A Contemporary Romance
Actual Rate: 4.5 stars
“…Set over the course of one school year, this is the story of two star-crossed sixteen-year-olds—smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try…”
“Two Misfits, on extraordinary love.” This is absolutely true.
There weren’t two people more different to the world than Eleanor and Park…
There wasn’t a love so unique, that the one it grew up inside of the pages of this book.
My heart is still swollen from such beautiful writing. Rainbow Rowell’s narrative style is effective, powerful, sad and touching.
The dialogues were impeccable, and they helped the story to flow properly, not too fast, not too slow.
The relationships between the two main characters and between them and the other characters, pushed out readers different feelings; Anger, compassion, happiness, and so on.
Every character was well done portrayed but Eleanor and Park were a master piece.
I connected with Eleanor from the start. My heart shattered for her. In some point, I wanted to hug her. Eleanor’s pain was so real that made me think in those girls around the world that are suffering as much as Eleanor, and nobody is listening at them, because they don’t have voice…I really hope that people realize how important is to care for other human being.
Now, About Park, well, he was a different kind of hero, but a hero with Capital letters. Park was the personification of how much a boy can love a girl.
I want to believe that for every Eleanor there is a Park out there.
“He knows I’ll like a song before I’ve hear it. He laughs before I even get to the punch line. There’s a place on his chest, just below his throat, that makes me want to let him open doors for me.
There is only one of him.”
“You saved my life she tried to tell him. Not forever, not for good. Probably just temporarily. But you saved my life, and now I’m yours. The me that’s me right now is yours. Always”
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FIRE AND ICE
A poem by one of my favorite and most amazing poets...Robert Frost.
"Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice."
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Tuesday, April 4, 2017
After reading Confess by Colleen Hoover, and having recovered from my broken heart thanks to that book, I felt inspired to write my own confessions.
So, here they are:
I confess, I lie to my daughter when I tell her vegetables taste good. I hate vegetables.
I confess, I have a guilty pleasure for t.v shows about drama and suffering. Really, there are a few shows I can’t stop watching them.
I confess my fascination for everything Pink. I do believe I’m a princess and I’m not ashamed of that.
I confess my terrible OCD behavior and how is affecting my life. I can’t stop thinking about those things I can’t control, and that’s killing me.
I confess, I’m terrified of changes. I know I need to leave my comfort zone. I know that somewhere there is greatness for me, still, I don’t know how to make myself go outside and conquer my world.
I confess my fear of failing.
I confess that I scared of realizing one day that I didn’t know how to live.
I don’t want to waste more time.
I don’t want to feel alone anymore.
I don’t want to be afraid of my dreams.
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I wrote this piece when I was seventeen.
A proof of the dramatic teenager I was.
A proof of the dramatic teenager I was.
I want to close my eyes forever and don’t be able to see you anymore.
I want to stop my heart because every beat is for you.
I want to go back to that time when I wasn’t broken,
I want to go back to that time when I was myself.
I want to go back to that time before you.
Monday, April 3, 2017
She opened her eyes and gasped. Emma’s entire body hurt. Her eyes could see everything even beyond the curtains; it was like having magnifying glasses attached to them. The pain in her jaw was killing her, even when she was already dead as all the love she once felt. The gums, God! They were being cut by two sharp knives. But the worst was her throat. Emma was thirsty, she needed water desperately to put out the fire; no, not water, the thought of it repulsed her. Then, when she heard it, she licked her lips in anticipation. The persistent thump of a heart beat on the second floor.
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