Está bien que te gusten los cómics. Está bien que no te gusten. Está bien que no te gusten las películas de superhéroes. Está bien que te gusten aunque nunca hayas leído cómics. Está bien que tu amigo/a te explique qué pedo con los universos de DC y de Marvel porque se escucha padre pero no entiendes ni madre y te interesa. Está bien que te gusten cosas mainstream. Está bien que a la gente le empiece a gustar lo que a ti te gustó desde hace 15 años. No pasa nada. No te vas a morir. Si se te hace que alguien se ve ridículo disfrazado, guárdate tu comentario, a la otra persona no le interesa y sólo te vas a ver como un culero. Si te quieres disfrazar pero te da pena, dile a tus compas que sí jalan, te vas a divertir. Relaja la raja. Disfruta la fruta. Live and let live. Etc, etc.

Stop knocking
I have no room for you.
Not anymore.

I once brought down walls
I sledgehammered them myself
just to make room for you,
for your mere comfort.

I opened a door and left it ajar:
the wind, the rain and the cold came in.
You did not.

So stop knocking at my door
now that the walls are thick,
now that inside is warm,
now that I don't feel lonely.

I once waited for you,
I welcomed you in
and you did not come.

Stop knocking at my door.
You have a place of your own
and your shoes are dirty.

Walk away, stranger.

When you grow up Catholic, you can almost be sure that you're going to be a little fucked up somehow. You will feel guilty about natural things and it will be hard for you to see how ridiculous your shame is.

I did grow up Catholic and my views on forgiveness have fucked me up badly. I feel constant dread about forgiving, because I compare forgiving to forgetting and I feel like they should be related.

The thing is, forgetting isn't good.

People forget things when they aren't important, when they're distracted or when they're sick. Alzheimer's and dementia aren't an ok thing to have, they're something to be worried about.

So I grew up with this idea that if someone apologized I should forget that they hurt me and move on, acting like we'd always been great.

This doesn't happen to me.

I remember EVERYTHING. I love to pretend that I don't, but I sure do and it makes me feel terribly guilty that I cannot erase the bad memories from my mind. I feel like I'm betraying the one who asked for forgiveness and that I'm the bad guy.

I want to be able to embrace my memories as something real that happened and move on from there. Forgiving should mean that both parties are aware of the mistake and willing to change what caused it in the first place, not just expecting the hurt that they forget and move on.

I'm raising my kids as far away from church as I can.

don't depend on them 

to save you.

you've gone a long way from there.

there is no way in hell you're going back.

no way josé.

let them convince you that life 

is worth living

smell the coffee he makes for you

on sunday mornings

when you need something

to look forward to.

you've made it through worse.

taste his breath in your tonge

late at night

when all you can feel

is despair.

always.

remember all of them can leave.

remember that you can save 

yourself.

remember that you have to save

yourself.

no one can free you

from your own mind.

-L.

I study literature and often

they come looking for writers

for all sorts of things

-magazines and contests-

and there's always hands up

hands of all those kids who proudly write.

I never say I write

nor I ever will.

Because I don't.

I can't write.

I can only feel.

What I feel is usually shitty.

L.

"Renovation requires us 

to tear down what is outdated.

Let. Me. Break. You."

I dreamt about you yesterday

And what a bitch I was to you.

I don't miss you.

But you sure deserved better than me.

Good thing you hate me now.

L.