No sé por qué, pero hoy me dio por extrañarte, por echar de menos tu presencia. Será tal vez porque el primer amor le deja a uno más huellas que ningún otro.
“I’m bisexual, and I’m tired of people calling me homophobic because I
don’t follow the “Elsa is gay” headcanon. I personally headcanon her as
asexual and aromatic. What’s wrong with that?’
"Who am I?
Do you mean, where I’m from?
What I one day might become?
What I do?
What I’ve done?
What I dream?
Do you mean…what you see?
What I’ve seen?
What you see or what I’ve seen?
What I fear or what I dream?
Do you mean who I love?
What I’ve lost?
Who am I?
I guess…who I am is exactly the same as who you are. Not better than. Not less than. Because there is no one who has been or will ever be exactly the same as either you or me."
"Ya no quiero extrañarte.
Dueles, estas en todos los sitios donde incrusto la mirada.
Pesas en mi memoria , mi corazón se muerde, queriendose autodestruir,
Dueles."