I have learned that Grief is a force of energy that cannot be controlled or predicted. It comes and goes on its own schedule. Grief does not obey your plans, or your wishes. Grief will do whatever it wants to you, whenever it wants to. In that regard, Grief has a lot in common with Love.
The only way that I can “handle” Grief, then, is the same way that I “handle” Love — by not “handling” it. By bowing down before its power, in complete humility.
When Grief comes to visit me, it’s like being visited by a tsunami. I am given just enough warning to say, “Oh my god, this is happening RIGHT NOW,” and then I drop to the floor on my knees and let it rock me. How do you survive the tsunami of Grief? By being willing to experience it, without resistance.
Elizabeth Gilbert

Oh, God, no, I never hope. Hope is pouting in advance. Hope is faith’s richer, bitchier sister. Hope is the deformed, attic-bound, incest monster offspring of entitlement and fear.
Frankie Dart – Community (Temporada 6, ep. 3)

Mega post. TL;DR: he estado 5 semanas de viaje con equipaje de mano incluyendo la oficina móvil. Información y trucos.
Llevaba mucho tiempo pensando en ello, había visto a mucha gente hacerlo y la parte técnica y de equipamiento siempr
People shouldn’t have to appear always, you know, stable and content, because people aren’t always stable and content. And it makes it harder…because we don’t have the freedom to express all of these darker sides of our emotions. Because we’re supposed to keep everything very, you know, friendly and polite and appropriate all the time. And I think that every emotion is appropriate whenever it arises.
Fiona Apple



2018 no pasara a la historia como el año más tranquilo de mi vida, eso no hace falta discutirlo mucho. Las razones son un poco lo de menos, el botón reset es el resultado final de una sucesión de catastróficas desdichas que es complica

