voy a cambiar vidas.
i write a lot. i have this little notebook that i carry with me everywhere.
porque este mundo es increíble.
i love tumblrs. because people these days are so quick to judge and if you happen upon this site, you get a whole different perspective of someone you thought you knew.
because sometimes we don't speak aloud all we want to say. and written words preserve the moment's intensity.
“It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? For the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop.”
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Vita Sackville-West
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I wish I spoke to my grandparents more. They have so many stories to tell but I never asked. Now that only my grandmothers are alive, I try to speak to them but it’s also really hard. Did your grandpa live in the Chinatown area?
i think that it gets easier the more you do it
to understand
nah he didnt
the stories he tells me- he never finished first and second grade because they spent those years running to the mountains to hide from the japanese every morning
and they’d just hideout there til they felt it was safe to go back
and the women had to cover themselves in mud to look disgusting so they wouldnt be raped
and idk if people aren’t talking to their grandparents, wth are they doing
