Mira Gonzalez Quotes

what is the difference between being an independent person and being a person who is accepting of loneliness

everything anyone has ever felt is a variation of 'sad' or 'happy' or 'angry' everyone feels the same things over and over again

it hurt us both when i held you from behind because I couldn't change the weather with my arms

What I lack in skill and motivation I make up for in delusions of grandeur.

in the space between our bodies there is a cup holder filled with pennies a distance which can often take years to cross

if I were two inches tall I would sit on your shoulder all day and nurture a relationship with your earlobe my hands would be too small to effectively touch you I would create empty space using the tip of my tongue and feel afraid of every bone in my body especially my sit bones

I don’t actually enjoy parties or relationships, I just like the idea that I could maybe be in either of those things

I stayed in bed for over an hour looked at things on my phone I felt slightly anxious about nothing particular I walked downstairs and poured coffee into a jar I asked a person on the internet if I should take drugs I took drugs before the person had time to respond I feel alienated by people who express concern about me without defining their concern in terms of a specific solution or goal I dont feel comforted by the idea of an afterlife I dont want to continue experiencing things after I die I want someone to pull my hair because I like the idea of someone controlling my head without touching my head what is the difference between being an independent person and being a person who is accepting of loneliness?

a La abuela se ha acabado. Le da igual que rompamos todos los geranios de la terraza a balonazos, que nos sentemos en los sofás y tiremos los tapetes de ganchillo o estropeemos una vez más el mecanismo de aquel extraño dispensador de cigarrillos. Cuando estamos allí de visita nos persigue a mí y mi madre –vámonos!—dice. La abuela se ha acabado pero su tiempo sigue vivo. Mientras le corto el pelo al abuelo o paso una escoba ella me pellizca, dice que ya está limpio, que no siga, y luego me mira con un gesto serio que por un segundo me hace sentir como un niño regañado e insiste en que nos vayamos, que hay que ir a ver a su padre, a su tía, a mamá, porque el bebé estuvo llorando toda la noche y debe tener frío y estar enfermo. Y en este punto se aflige y da tres o cuatro vueltas y sufrimos todos mientras la vemos que hace sin deshacer y deshace lo que no está hecho todavía.