#María I

[nashlancrew]

¿Ves mi amor? (Do you see my love?)

Abrí un cuaderno y encontré algunas de nuestras fotos, con un par de frases debajo: "¿Algún nombre que desees llamar? Elisa, Manuel, Ángel, Sabrina, Aidan", "Quizás esos nombres que valoramos con cariño en nuestro corazón, son como nuestro diario, cuadernos y un preciado inventario de nuestras vidas. Invoco cientos de nombres queridos y memorias queridas en mi corazón".

Lo miré y sonreí. Seguíamos siendo memoria querida, protegida, que a veces hasta de amuleto nos servía. Y en ese momento pensé, que nunca se me dio bien eso de eliminar recuerdos: el doblarlos con cuidado, limpiarlos y llevarlos a la parroquia para que mis circunstancias e instantes tuvieran una segunda vida con una persona ajena a mí.

Mis dedos van pasando páginas indistintamente y de repente me siento ajena, pero no completamente a todo eso que viví. Si alguna vez muere la memoria, ¿hacia dónde va? ¿Va a una librería a darle una idea a un escritor? ¿O a una escuela para darla a un profesor un poco de nostalgia? Si algún día ya no recuerdo tu risa, tu paso por mi vida; escribe nuestra historia desde el primer "Buenos días, mi vida" hasta el último "Te espero aquí, ve con cuidado y no con prisa".

Conviérteme en tu memoria más anhelada, en tu memoria más querida, en la película que se reproduce siempre que ves mis fotografías. Búscame allá donde el arte no pueda morir: los libros, los casetes, los CD y los cuadros. Búscame en cualquier sitio donde ofrezcan chocolate caliente y un abrazo. Me encontrarás en cualquier sitio donde veas arte por todos los lados.

Quiero ser sonrisa constante, resonancia alegre, una nota hermosa en una canción interminable, anécdota divertida y amor de novela de aventuras. Quiero ser todo aquello que mis personas amadas llegaron a ser para mí.

Si me ves por la calle, te invito a pararme, en algún momento, a iniciar una conversación que se quede en el portal o en la boca del metro; porque puede ser que esa sea la memoria que guardemos con más amor, puede que esa sea la manera en la que yo me acuerde de ti y tú de mí, custodiar una fotografía en un cuaderno, que hable de los dos

— María I.

#escritos #frases #la chica de la tinta blanca y los ojos de cristal #notas #citas #pensamientos #cosas que escribo #textos #nash lancrew #maría i #mayo 2022 #tune in for love #poema #poetry #poems #poesia #relatos

[recordarnos]

#escritos #frases #citas #notas #textos #ilustracion #illustration #artwork #digital art #portrait #la chica de la tinta blanca y los ojos de cristal #nash lancrew #redcomunitariatumblr #María I

[elvendeity]

"I didn't fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we'd choose anyway. And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you"

I just want someone to grab my little face and scream "ON PURPOSE, ON PURPOSE I AM GOING TO CARE ABOUT YOU"

Chidi Anagonye : Can I ask you a question? Soulmates aren't... real, are they?

Michael : Chidi, in all honesty, I don't know. But I don't think so.

...

Michael : If soulmates do exist, they're not found, they're made. People meet, they get a good feeling, and then they get to work building a relationship.

Anne Carson, Euripides || Dulce María Loynaz, from “Poem XCI,” trans. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Prose Poems (First Archipelago, 2016) || Kiersten White, The Chaos of Stars || Russian Doll, Season 2 || Jenny Slate || Dead Poets Society || The Good Place || Death with Interruptions, José Saramago || Russian Doll, Season 1

#Anne Carson #Euripides #Dulce María Loynaz #Kiersten White #The Chaos of Stars #Russian Doll #Jenny Slate #Dead Poets Society #The Good Place #Death with Interruptions #José Saramago #web weavings #web weaving #web weave #parallelism #parallel #parallels #i choose you #love is a choice

[cuties-in-codices]

a woman with a wound in her chest holding a heart and a penis, next to her a man exuding fluids

in the alchemical treatise 'aurora consurgens', thuringia, c. 1522

source: Leiden, Universitätsbibliothek, VCF 29, fol. 58v

#the only thing i know is that there's more information on this image and this manuscript in the book #“visiones de fuego. historia ilustrada de la alquimia” by maría pandiello #16th century #alchemy #occultism #alchemical imagery #aurora consurgens #hearts #genitalia

[vintageblr]

NOW, VOYAGER (1942)

#now voyager #film #1940s #ours #anna #filmedit #classicfilmedit #oldhollywoodedit #romancegifs #classicfilmblr #cinemaspast #filmgifs #userfilm #dailyflicks #blackandwhiteedit #tusercamille #maría hi I finally watched it 🥹

[andrumedus]

I ask myself what I will do here on earth with this worthless, defiant body. And I hear my body answer: —What will I do with this spark that believed itself the sun and this breath that believed itself the wind?

Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “XXXII”

#literature #poetry #dulce maría loynaz #absolute solitude: selected poems #i have known my body as a plexus of river #a brief inquiry #cuban lit #m #x

[marzimar]

María Félix as Ángela Ramos 'Juana Gallo' in Juana Gallo (1961) Directed by Miguel Zacarías

#Maria Felix #María Félix #mexican cinema #this movie was just her showing everybody who is boss #it's her #my stuff #I had to gif this movie if only for that second gif

[dororoxpenana]

💗Three fell in love with family Madrigal💗

#encanto fandom #encanto disney #encanto oc #julieta madrigal #agustin madrigal #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #bruno madrigal #maría madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #original character #encanto #lineless art #my art #these took FOREVER I love them so much wushshewh 💙🧡💚

[su-angelvicioso]

#‘‘Jasper was relieved he didn’t have to kill her’’ #‘‘If you see María again… tell her I wish her well’’ #these two quotes specifically live on my mind RENT FREE!!! 🥺🤧💖 #maría my beloved #maria #maría #jasper whitlock #jasper hale #twilight meme #twilight #the twilight saga #maria twilight #twilight maria #jasria #jasría #jasper x maria #maria x jasper

[lestappenforever]

We interrupt your regularly scheduled Lestappen scrolling to bring you this absolute gem from the 2023 Ryder Cup.

Most of the golf stars walking down The Spanish Steps in Rome ahead of the start of the tournament with their wives and girlfriends:

And then there’s Viktor Hovland, one of the few single participants, ranked as the 4th best golfer in the world and one of my absolute favorite fellow Norwegians, holding hands with the vice captain of Team Europe and golf legend José María Olazábal:

I mean, just look at them.

Hang it in the fucking Louvre.

#Golf #Ryder Cup #2023 Ryder Cup #Viktor Hovland #José María Olazábal #PGA Tour #I know my fellow Lestappies can appreciate the gloriousness of this

[recordarnos]

"Perhaps the names that we cherish in our hearts are like our diaries, journals and precious records of our lives. Thoroughly enjoying this sunshine, this beautiful greenery and energy, I conjure up the thousands of cherished names and memories in my heart"

#nash lancrew #escritos #la chica de la tinta blanca y los ojos de cristal #maría ignacia dafonte #citas #frases #redcomunitariatumblr #textos #maría i #notas #art #artists on tumblr #digital art #instagram #artwork #ilustracion #imágenes #watercolor #watercolour art #tune in for love #la frecuencia del amor #yoo yeol’s music album

[42bakery]

Read the 'Which Dumbass Reality Show Will Liberty Media Turn MotoGP Into?' article from MotoGPNews and I feel offended by this one

Do they know that those wife/girldfriend'w work? For example Aleix wife is an architect and designed Ginza41 restaurant

#MotoGP #This is bullshit #I think María is kind a of event promotor

[zed-sabre]

they’re busy

#amazing spider-man #kaine parker #maría aracely penalba #wednesday spoilers #i realize there is a distinction between the ajaw and teteoh pantheon but still #gods of mexica driving by each other in cars #zed art

[anonfromtheflight]

I thought I was emotionally prepared to browse tumblr again.... I'm not 😭😭😭😭

Of course I'm ecstatic wilmon are endgame!! But after spending the previous week stressed and preparing for the worst to come, my body still hasn't let go of the tension. My brain it's like: "it's okay, it's over and it's good!!" But my body it's like "are your suuuuuure????" LMAO

Young Royals, the show that you are. Who am I kidding, it's all about wilmon. Wilmon's love and wilmon's chemistry and WILMON ENDGAME!!!

Yeah, Wille calling Simon the love of his life destroyed and put me back together.

Anyway, I'm okay! Emotionally exhausted but also really happy to know our boys are together and in love!

#Young Royals #WILMON ENDGAME #FOR REALSIES #Young Royals season 3 #Simon #Wilhelm #I LOVE THEIR LOVE #María makes the most beautiful gifs 😍 #i'm okay i'm okay

[cabezadeperro]

idk what ships you're feeling at the moment so

🖤 kissing while crying / goodbye kiss / desperation

for ship of your choice and just fuck me up, man

hiiiiiii

i wasn't sure if you liked this ship, but i was given free rein, so.

kenfetti, groundhog day au but with a twist. (timeloop from the other person's perspective). clone wars au, canon divergence. T, ~700w.

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Obi-Wan closes his eyes and tries his best to breathe through the pain in his joints. He focuses on the feeling of Geonosis hot and dry air on the skin of his face, on the buzzing of the force field holding him still, on the sweat running steadily down his spine and on the smell of the red rock of his cell, frustratingly damp and cool, so very unlike everything else about the planet. 

The metal of the Force suppressors digs into the skin of his wrists. His fingers are numb. Obi-Wan tries to move them, and a painful tingling makes its way down his forearm and past his elbow.

Dooku’s words swirl around in his brain, crashing against Obi-Wan’s tidy mental shields. His eyes keep straying to the place where the man just stood, as if his echo—his ghost—might be able to make what he just told Obi-Wan make sense.

The door swishes open. Obi-Wan twitches, opens his eyes again—he exhales, relief filling his chest.

He can’t quite remember when it was that Jango Fett’s face started becoming one of his favourite sights, but there it is. There he is, and there they are. 

Jango closes and locks the door at his back and takes off his helmet before stepping closer to the platform, lips pressed together, the skin around his eyes tight. 

“Jango—” Obi-Wan starts. Jango sighs. He leaves the helmet on the edge of the platform and lowers him down, the motion jarring and awful. Obi-Wan closes his mouth with a clack and grits his teeth through it.

Jango’s hands are cold on his face. Obi-Wan sways into him, waiting for the telltale click of his cuffs being unlocked, for the Force to rush back in. 

It never comes. 

Jango lets him step away, his dark eyes tired.

“I can’t let you—leave,” he says. He works his jaw, chooses his words carefully. He keeps his eyes on Obi-Wan, his hands still.

“Why? Did you—?”

“No,” Jango says. He smiles, tiny and awful: for an instant, Obi-Wan thinks he understands, and then it slips away. “It wasn’t me. This is—this is just how it goes. This time.”

(That half a second of almost understanding will haunt Obi-Wan for the rest of his life, but he doesn’t know that yet.)

“I don’t understand,” Obi-Wan says after a long beat. “Please, let me—”

“I can’t,” Jango replies. He breathes out. He starts reaching out, stops himself, turns away. He reaches for his helmet instead and pauses there, staring down at it. He exhales again. “This was a mistake.”

Obi-Wan feels—he’s moved through the anger and the betrayal and into plain old confusion. He’s bewildered: he doesn’t understand, and he doesn’t understand why Jango won’t help him see whatever it is he’s missing. For the past five years he’s been first an ally and then a friend, a confidant, a lover. Obi-Wan has learned to rely on him, on his intelligence and on the clear-eyed way he has of approaching life. He used to think he knew Jango better than most, and now he feels as if he has never seen this man before, has never seen him so—so defeated. He feels as if he were meeting Jango all over again.

Jango huffs. He smiles, warm and tiny and awful. His hand is so cold on Obi-Wan’s face, but his lips are warm and dry on his cheek. They rest there before moving on to Obi-Wan’s mouth, to the thin skin under his right eye. Obi-Wan breathes him in and then holds his breath, doesn’t reach back, because he’s scared and he’s angry and he doesn’t know why Jango won’t help him just understand.

Jango steps away. He puts his helmet back on.

“I’ll see you soon,” he says, and then he leaves.

Obi-Wan remains in his cell until he doesn’t. He fights his way out of an era and into another one, survives war and heartbreak, dies on a ship two decades and two lifetimes later. Jango becomes yet another ghost, and Obi-Wan never quite forgets him or forgives him.

(At the same time, twenty five years in a past that no longer exists for him, Jango opens his eyes to the ceiling of his room on Tipoca. It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last, and Jango’s running out of heartbreak: as always, he tries to make it count.)

#kenfetti #jangobi #jango fett #obi wan kenobi #kissing prompts 2.0 #i missed them 😔 #maría writes

[andrumedus]

I am the prisoner of this small body I have been given, and I have to stay calm within it, without knowing why or for how long, when I could, with one strike of my hand, knock down the closed door.

Dulce María Loynaz, tr. James O’Connor, Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems; “LXXXIV”

#literature #poetry #dulce maría loynaz #absolute solitude: selected poems #i have known my body as a plexus of river #cuban lit #m #x