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Hace un año comencé el 2018 con el propósito de seguir aprendiendo de mi misma para establecer mi valor frente a los demás, dejé de preocuparme por la percepción “pública” y empecé a enfocarme en mi estabilidad como individuo y sobre todo a no imponerme propósitos irreales si no a vivir mi día a día para y con el corazón... Hubo terremotos 💥 pero estoy segura de que fue esa decisión de hace un año la que me hizo mantenerme enterita a través de ellos! ♥️ Estoy segura de que si sigo por ahí el 2019 será mejor! 💫 “QUE SEAS TAN FELIZ COMO APARENTAS SERLO” If you're anything like me, You bite your nails, And laugh when you're nervous. You promise people the world, because that's what they want from you. You like giving them what they want... But darling, you need to stop, If you're anything like me, You knock on wood every time you make plans. You cross your fingers, hold your breath, Wish on lucky numbers and eyelashes Your superstitions were the lone survivors of the shipwreck. Rest In Peace, to your naive bravado... If life gets too good now, Darling, it scares you. If you're anything like me, You never wanted to lock your door, Your secret garden gate or your diary drawer Didn't want to face the you you don't know anymore For fear she was much better before... But Darling, now you have to. If you're anything like me, There's a justice system in your head For names you'll never speak again, And you make your ruthless rulings. Each new enemy turns to steel They become the bars that confine you, In your own little golden prison cell... But Darling, there is where you meet yourself. If you're anything like me You've grown to hate your pride To love your thighs And no amount of friends at 25 Will fill the empty seats At the lunch tables of your past The teams that picked you last... But Darling, you keep trying. If you're anything like me, You couldn't recognize the face of your love Until they stripped you of your shiny paint Threw your victory flag away And you saw the ones who wanted you anyway... Darling, later on you will thank your stars for that frightful day. If you're anything like me, I'm sorry. But Darling, it's going to be okay. @taylorswift

2019 💫 Let go of the ones who hurt you Let go of the ones you outgrow Let go of the words they hurl your way as you’re walking out the door The only thing cut and dry In this hedge-maze life Is the fact that their words will cut but your tears will dry They don’t tell you this when you are young You can’t hold on to everything Can’t show up for everyone You pick your poison Or your cure Phone numbers you know by heart And the ones you don’t answer any more Hold on to the faint recognition in the eye of a stranger As it catches you in its lustrous net How quickly we become intertwined How wonderful it is to forget All the times your intuition failed you But it hasn’t killed you yet Hold on to childlike whims and moonlight swims and your blazing self-respect And if you drive the roads of this town Ones you’ve gone down so many times before Flashback to all the times Life nearly ran you off the road But tonight your hand is steady Suddenly you’ll know The trick to holding on Was all that letting go @taylorswift

𝕄𝕪 𝕟𝕖𝕨 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 🎊💥🔥⚡️✨ When she fell, she fell apart. Cracked her bones on the pavement she once decorated as a child with sidewalk chalk When she crashed, her clothes disintegrated and blew away with the winds that took all of her fair-weather friends When she looked around, her skin was spattered with ink forming the words of a thousand voices Echoes she heard even in her sleep: "Whatever you say, it is not right." "Whatever you do, it is not enough." "Your kindness is fake." "Your pain is manipulative." When she lay there on the ground, She dreamed of time machines and revenge and a love that was really something, Not just the idea of something. When she finally rose, she rose slowly Avoiding old haunts and sidestepping shiny pennies Wary of phone calls and promises, Charmers, dandies and get-love-quick-schemes When she stood, she stood with a desolate knowingness Waded out into the dark, wild ocean up to her neck Bathed in her brokenness Said a prayer of gratitude for each chink in the armor she never knew she needed Standing broad-shouldered next to her was a love that was really something, not just the idea of something. When she turned to go home, She heard the echoes of new words "May your heart remain breakable But never by the same hand twice" And even louder: "without your past, you could never have arrived- so wondrously and brutally, By design or some violent, exquisite happenstance ...here." And in the death of her reputation, She felt truly alive. 🙌🏻💫

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