#mal de ojo 🧿

[crystalsandsage]

I made a protection oil and performed a return to sender ritual to banish negative energy and protect me from mal de ojo 🥰

[oattoast]

my prof graded the other 40% of my math test from Monday...... I GOT FULL POINTS. I SCORED 100% ON A MATH TEST FOR PROBABLY THE FIRST TIME IN MY LIFE

[kedsandtubesocks]

Y’all wanna see my new spooky nail set?? 🥺

And they glow in the dark!!! 🥹👻✨

[6leggedhorse]

The Evil Eye: What is it? How Can I protect Myself? Personal Life Update & Experience With The Evil Eye.

I’d like to start off this blog post with an apology, I completely forgot about yesterday’s blog post. This was because I had a family emergency in which I’ll explain further down the post. Feel free to skip the personal life update as it can be put simply: family dog crossed the rainbow bridge unexpectedly last weekend and I’m grieving.

Have you ever met someone that doesn’t like you? Perhaps they envy you or wish you nothing but the worst for you. Or maybe you’ve done this yourself wishing that one shitty co-worker would step on legos bare foot or get their soaks drenched and possibly wished that their pillow is always warm. The Evil Eye, Nazar, or in Latinx/Hispanic cultures may call it Mal De Ojos and in Italy they refer to it as Malocchico. With the uprise of spirituality, the evil eye has been noticed and mentioned more and more. So before we dive right into this grab your favorite drink and snack, your fur baby, and get cozy cause we’re gonna talk about The Evil Eye.

What is The Evil Eye?

The Evil Eye is a hex, curse, jinx or simply bad energy/harmful wishes, thoughts and desires that is casted upon the u aware victim by giving the victim a ‘evil’ glare. This glare is spiteful. Envious. Enraged. Hateful. Mean. You name it there is ill will intertwined with it. However, nowadays you will see beads, bracelets, necklaces, amulets, mini tress, rings, car accessories and more with the blue amulet that looks like this 🧿. You can find this amulet in different colors, styles, and in different shops like Etsy, Amazon, Earth Bound Trading Co. (I think). And any spiritual and metaphysical shop. Some people have even tattooed this symbol onto their bodies with reports of it later fading away as time went on. The goal of this amulet is to protect you and shield you from the negative energy being sent your way. It is also known to have a return to sender effect and send that nasty energy back to the source.

This amulet is said to have its origins traced back to the country of Turkey and a couple middle eastern countries. In some cultures it’s an incantation while in others it’s a physical symbol.

How Do I Protect Myself?

So The Evil Eye can be either intentionally or be mistakenly done without the caster’s knowledge. In order to protect yourself, you should understand what the colors mean that way you can protect yourself accordingly to your specific situation.

Dark Blue: protects your fate/karma, communication and how to circumnavigate chaos

Light Blue: Basic protection, opening your mind up, peace

Black: I hear black can also transmute the negative energy and turn it into positive energy for the wearer (if this is true share you stories), power and prosperity

Brown: Earthly connections

Orange: creativity and happiness (could possibly help with your inner child work)

Dark Green: life balance and happiness

Light Green: Success, health and power

Violet: protects your love life, boosts intuition and communication

Red: protects you from anxiety and fear, boosts energy, confidence

Pink: (I hear it can protect your love life too and if it’s true please share your stories), helps keep you calm, save friendships, happiness

Purple: takes obstacles away, life balance

Yellow: protects health, protects you from burning out

Grey:soothes intense energies, protects against sorrow, makes one feel secure

White: Purifies, removal of obstacles

Now that you know what color you need, you can wear it, or keep one on your keys, keep one in the car or hand some up in your home. Be sure to cleanse it though because you do not know the person who handled it before and what kind of energy they got. You can draw it too on a canvas but as always be sure to cleanse your tools before doing any sort of witchy project! Also if it breaks or explodes, get a new one ASAP. DO NOT FIX IT. if it breaks it has served its purpose.

Personal Life Update

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ TW: MENTION OF ANIMAL DEATH, ANIMAL SURGERY, ANIMAL BASED INFECTION, GREIF

So, one of my family dogs died last week Saturday. I was at work when I got the call from my step mom telling me the dog is extremely sick with a uterine infection and that she is going to need surgery. The surgery was high risk, but it was a risk my family was willing to take to try and save her. The doctor took labs and x-rays and saw that her reproductive organs haven’t ruptured and the surgery would need to happen that night. My family opted to put her through surgery to try and save her. How ever by the time the doctor got in, it was far too late. Not only was it ruptured, she had gone septic. Her whole body was infected. Her survival rate went from a 50% to 0%, her quality of life would be extremely poor.

I refuse to go into the gore parts of it because it’s just too graphic to share with all of you and it’s haunting to still think about. This grief based scar is still fresh in my mind. I was extremely devastated by the details and once I got home from work she had been euthanized humanely. Now this infection happens suddenly, especially in intact female dogs who are not spayed and haven’t had puppies. Some breeds are more likely to get this infection than other breeds. Now, the dog did not show signs of discomfort, pain or suffering prior to the emergency vet visit, not until the very end as she stopped eating and walking suddenly. This infection happens quickly, so quickly in fact that the best way to avoid this is to spay your dog as soon as they’re eligible. I cannot begin to describe how sudden this all was. This past week feels so unreal, after work that night I screamed in my car before I drove home. I cried all night, I couldn’t eat, my boyfriend ended up driving me to Jack in The Box to get us comfort food that way I can eat. I cried talking to him over the phone keeping him updated about it too while he was working. I called off of work that same night. The dog that passed was never fixed due to the vet costs.

I want you guys to take this story to heart, not in a mean vengeful way, but as a PSA and cautionary tale. For the love of the gods, please, fix your dogs. Cats. whatever animal you have whether it’s a boy or girl. Neuter and spay them if you have no intention to breed them. Please look into local resources that can help get your dogs fixed at a reasonable cost, ask for that extra $50. Skip that Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks. You don’t need that new eyeshadow palette from Ulta. My family is very responsible with the animals, I want to emphasize that, because even the most responsible pet owners still can experience unexpected tragedies. Even if they’re prepared for the worst. 

Personal Experience With The Evil Eye

So, now my experience is low key silly, but to make a long story short, before I got with my partner, I met this other guy who, I didn’t realize at the time was a complete pile of shit. I put workings on us to have him dump his GF and to get with me.(see where this is going?) Well, hail Loki those workings didn’t get too far as I met my boyfriend and got with him. Other time, I reversed some of the workings expect for the break up and domination ones (I was more focused of getting this pile of shit who I refer to as Dollar Tree Danny Zuko out of my energy.) I also need to mention that it is confirmed he treats his GF like crap too, hence why I didn’t reverse some of the workings. When I reversed the binding work, the next day I got a reading detailing what may happen as the working progresses. Not even half an hour later, my evil eye bracelet, exploded. I was putting on a shirt, it didn’t snag on a string or anything. I put on one of my Steven Rhodes shirts and it exploded all over my bedroom. Luckily I had a couple more evil eye jewelry as back ups in case of the event it would happen again.

I also like to mention that Loki does NOT like Dollar Tree Danny Zuko. Here is how they describe him:

References

Epilogue

There you have it, a long boi post to try and make up for Friday’s forgotten post. I do apologize for the personal life update. But Grieving the loss of a pet is one of the most difficult things to experience. My family’s other dog is grieving as well, my sister pampered her today with a bath and quality time as they both mourn (they’re soul mates ISTG). For more information on The Evil Eye, there is a book on Amazon that goes more in depth about this topic. If you would like to go on a head and read it, cool, unless you wanna wait for me to review it, because I got bills coming up and I’m on call for work right now so I’m doing everything I can not to spend unless there is a sale for E-books. I look forward to posting on time next week. Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope I get to see y’all next week! Until next time I’ll catch y’all on the flip side! Here is the Amazon link:

The Evil Eye: The History, Mystery, and Magic of the Quiet Curse https://a.co/d/8evW9iS

[isabelagoth444]

Que todo mal de ojo dirigido a ti se vuelva ciego por el camino 🧿

[madamlaydebug]

 

🧿 Current fascination: evil eye which dates back 5,000 years ago and symbolizes protection from curses, strength, protection in general, guidance and a conduit for energy (good or bad). 🧿​​​​​​​​​

Other names used for this symbol: Pasternak, mauvais oeil, ayin harac, zemmel verés, mal de ojo, ayin hasad, and böse blick 🧿

[bendiciones444]

bound poppet to return the mal de ojo to my ex 🧿 heart plate to send into her heart and hex blend in center and inside poppet to surround inside and out her evil spirit and misfortune

[vulpine111]

I just painted this to work through feelings of jealousy- whether it be my own or feeling targeted by others. Sometimes envy can even drive us to feel justified in wishing others harm.

At first, my goal was to channel "return to sender" energy back to whoever may have cursed me or at least sent the evil eye.

In the end, I feel I transmuted everything into MUDITA instead.

May anyone who sees this share in joy with one another. Sometimes without even realizing it, we can send mal de ojo when we see others being blessed in ways we are lacking.

This piece is my prayer that any envy I experience quickly becomes inspiration. It is my apology to anyone I brought down when their success triggered me.

After all, crapping on anyone else's joy will NEVER add to your own! 🧿

This took me less than an hour to create. About 45 minutes. Although it is a deeply personal experiment, I'm willing to part with it if someone makes an offer. Just let me know and I'll see if I can accommodate you.

Since it didn't take that long, it'll be difficult to insult me.

💚🌺💖✨❤️🌟

[chaotic-lyrics]

☁🧿Sueños lucidos parte 1 🧿☁

No se con con exactitud cuándo comenzaron mis sueños lucidos, o al menos yo creo que eso son, porque a pesar de que no puedo controlar lo que pasa a voluntad, las sensaciones se sienten muy reales. y el que estoy a punto de contarles fue el primero que tuve, en noviembre 2022.��

Me encontraba en un elevador con mi gato Simón, cuando las puertas se abrieron ambos salimos de ahí. En ese momento ''desperté'' estaba en mi cama con mi gato acostado sobre mi. Intente levantarme pero no podía, solo me quedaba arrastrarme. no sentía mis piernas y el gato ya no estaba conmigo había desaparecido, continuaba arrastrándome intentado ir al cuarto de mi hermana que esta justo a un lado del mío pero era muy difícil ya que comenzaban a aparecer muchas sombras a mi al rededor que me impedían el paso, cuando logre entrar en la habitación ella estaba tumbada en su cama de espaldas a mi, desesperada intente despertarla con señas y ruidos inaudibles tratando de preguntarle si podía escucharme o verme a lo que me contesta que encienda la luz, no entiendo como pero pude ponerme de pie y con cierta dificultad camino al interruptor, lo enciendo e intento regresar donde mi hermana pero vuelvo a caer al suelo y ahí desperté. ahora si en esta realidad.

Desperté inquieta y lo primero que hice fue tomar mi teléfono y escribir lo que había soñado, esa noche ya no pude dormir sola, cada que cerraba los ojos sentía que volvía a caer en otro mal sueño y tuve que dormir con mi hermana mayor.

espero que les haya gustado mi primer texto, estaré subiendo mas de estos porque en el mes de marzo (que acaba de terminar), he tenido muchos otros sueños igual o mas raros

Si te gusto déjame saber con un cometario o un corazón muchas gracias💗

[crystalizedhealing]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NEW | Super Uncrossing ✂️ Spiritual Bath Salt.

[medusaveneno]

I’m alway scared and thinking my hair is thinning or falling out until it’s actually time to do my hair routine then realize how much I actually have … 😂 like how much more hair do I want

[stockholmdolly]

EASY PREY (BEWARE OF THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD) 6

Pairings: Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader but not really, this chapter is just the reader showing how her mind is working.

Warnings: none, unless you count a limpia with huevo de gallina de patio as a warning hahaha

Word count: 1,848

Author’s note: Hello fanfiction world, it is me! Stockholm Dolly. Chapter 6, this is a filler chapter, just a glimpse of what reader does when there’s no changes in her routine. Fun fact, not everyone but most mexican people believe in MAL DE OJO and the cure is a sweep with an egg. 

CHAPTER 6/26 NUMEROUS DAYS, THE MONOTONY

“The Shadow: And I hate the same thing you hate: the night; I love human beings, because they are devotees of light and I’m pleased when their eyes shine as they discern and discover knowledge—untiring knowers and discoverers that they are. That shadow, which all things cast, if the sunshine of perception falls upon them—that shadow am I as well.” –Friedrich Nietzsche, The Wanderer and his Shadow

Thales is generally accepted as the first Greek scientist. He invented what is known as “Shadow Reckoning,” an indirect method of measuring the height and width of an object that might otherwise be difficult to measure. Thales practiced this method on pyramids. My version of Shadow Reckoning not only calculated my captors heights and widths, but also from there, their weight.

After the day in the attic, I already had enough assets to kill my captors five times over. What I needed, therefore, was to confirm a few things about them and also, like standing to the side of skipping ropes, calculate the precise time to enter the double-dutch and strike. Not yet, soon, soon, soon, it’s coming, wait, wait….

I also needed to hone weapons, calculate and test my theories on their weight and gait, and practice again. So if you’re wondering why I write only of the days someone visits or of the days I acquire something significant, it’s because otherwise I’d be telling you hours and hours of repetition, such as was documented in the tiniest of script on several pieces of paper—my makeshift “lab book”—which I buried within the cotton and feather stuffing of my top mattress. I’ve included an excerpt below, in which I refer to them, the subjects captors, as this symbol: 🧿the evil eye. The evil eye is universally considered in many cultures as an omen of misfortune on the person on whom it is cast. Oh, every single chance I got, I cast my captors the evil eye; I carried my wish of misfortune upon them even within my writing.

You might be wondering why I would include the evil eye in a scientific lab book; isn’t such a symbol mere myth and superstition? Perhaps. But let me illustrate my motivation with a bit of a side-story.

When I was eight years old, my nanny picked me up from an after-school play rehearsal. She stood by the gym door with the other mothers. Naturally, she eavesdropped on their conversations. The play we rehearsed was Our Town, and I was the precocious child who yells a lot. In one scene, our director had me run down a ramp and shout my lines. I have no clue why. I did as I was told since play-acting was a prescription from the child psychiatrist.

“Perhaps some theater would assist her in overcoming the harsh reality of the school shooting,” he had told my mother after I made the mistake of informing her of several machine gun nightmares over the last month. Little did Mother realize, this was no bout. I had these dreams constantly, for I invited them. Having read much about the brain from age six to eight, I learned of the brain’s work during sleep to heal itself. Grow stronger. So I forced the replay of the pop, pop shooting nearly every night to work a weaving magic and forge an even tighter coil of neurons in the folds of my amygdala. I’d lay in bed flipping through an ammo catalog and a deer-hunting magazine I’d found at the dentist office and hid in my underwear drawer, hurriedly burning the images to my hippocampus, like a teenage boy with Penthouse.

Still, the theater. I took the part in Our Town to calm my mother.

So there I was, running down the ramp, yelling my lines like the director told me to, and apparently, a gaggle of mothers started humming like bees. “Tell her to shut up,” one whispered. “She’s the one. The freak who pulled the alarm when the shooter came,” another said. As my squat nanny turned to face them, a dainty woman with a helmet of blond hair cast me the ominous, slitted evil eye. “I won’t let Sara play with her. They should ship her off to a special school for weirdos,” so said the helmet queen.

My nanny gasped, which forced the pack to shut their claptraps quick. Before they could hurry a pitiful apology, my hired protector marched like a general announcing an act of war to the President, grabbed my arm, and whisked me out of the gym.

She drove without speaking, only muttering some prayer to herself, “Dios Mio, Ad Te Domine,” she kept saying. At home, she propped me by the refrigerator while she fetched an egg, and then rubbed it up and down and all around my arms, legs, torso, and face. Mother stumbled in on this strange act and dropped her alligator briefcase on the kitchen floor.

- Gilma, what the hell are you doing? she yelled.

Gilma didn’t stop.

- Gilma, what on God’s green earth are you doing?

- Lady-Ma’am, no interrupt. Blond lady give baby evil eye. Egg is only cure.

Mother would normally not tolerate superstitions, but Gilma’s voice was firm, and if there’s one true thing about my mother, if faced with an honest conviction, especially from a stout, tough-skinned, foreign woman with gold eyes, she will listen.

- Do not worry. I take care. I give blond devil evil eye back, and she don’t know about the egg. She winked, secure in her ancient myth.

I didn’t mind Gilma rolling her egg around on me. I just didn’t think it was very efficient. Why wait on the uncertainty of a curse? Why not take control and plot some tangible result?

A week later and it was opening night of Our Town. Before we took our spots, I went out to the audience to check where my mother and father sat. Gilma had a seat too, one row up, and I hadn’t thought that she’d cared to come. I smiled, happy for her presence. Gilma nodded her head, motioning us to look across the aisle. We did. Mother flung both hands to her mouth, covering her audible awe. Gilma winked and mouthed, “Evil eye. She don’t have no egg.”

The object of our attention was the blond woman, but this time, her perfect hair held an uneven, shaved path from the base of her skull and up and over to the outskirts of what used to be full and curled bangs. The remainder of her helmet-like quaff was intact, but for that jagged scalp-road. She wore her hair disaster like a defiant badge, but her shaking, clenched fists betrayed her discomposure. I have no idea why she didn’t cover her head wound with a scarf like any normal, self-respecting woman would have.

A woman in a conservative, blue sweater set leaned over to my mother and whispered, “Her five-year-old did that to her with Daddy’s electric razor. They say she was passed out drunk on her friggin’ chaise lounge.”

Mother gave the sweater woman a warm cat smile while she winked at Gilma, my faithful governess, my hired knight, my evil-eye-curse-warding egg roller.

In any event, here is an excerpt from my jailhouse lab book:

Day 8: 8:00 a.m., arrives with breakfast.🧿places something on floor outside door. Sound of keys.🧿rattling.takes 2.2 seconds to pull the latch and flip the lock, left to right.🧿opens door with right hand, places right foot in threshold, picks tray up off floor. When stands,🧿 he hits 6’2” on the door jamb markings—which I had premarked with my twelve-inch ruler. 🧿Both of’s hands are full.🧿opens door further with right shoulder, walks in with left foot first. From deadbolt to left foot, time calculated is 4.1 seconds.🧿does not pause to check my placement; first step is on 3rd floorboard; walks the 8.2 feet from door frame to edge of bed in 3 seconds and 4 steps: left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot meets left foot. Today’s sunlight casts a shadow beyond to 🧿 3’3” above the uppermost edge of headboard and 3’1” beyond the side of bed, toward the door—I eye chalked the spots, which had been marked out in pregouged grooves in the floorboards, again with my twelve-inch ruler.🧿offers more water.leaves to collect water in the hall bathroom. This segment takes 38 seconds from 🧿offer to’s return.

8:01:🧿leaves.

8:02-8:15: Eat breakfast: Cinnamon scone, banana, slice of rolled ham, milk.

8:15: Measure shadow contours, record height, and extrapolate width to be: 40” at waist; comparing my height and width to his shadow markings, and my weight—from last clinic visit plus 5-8 lbs, 135-143, with child—’s 🧿weight is 220 lbs. This finding is consistent with initial theory and prior measurements.

8:20-8:30: Wait for to 🧿return to take tray.

8:30:🧿returns. Keys rattle. 2.1 seconds to pull the latch and flip the lock, left to right.🧿opens door with right hand, places right foot in threshold, opens door with right shoulder, walks in with left foot first. From deadbolt to left foot, time calculated is 4.1 seconds—noted is’s consistency 🧿whether carrying food or not.🧿does not pause to check my placement; first step is on 3rd floorboard;🧿walks the 8.2 feet from the door frame to the edge of bed in 3 seconds and 4 steps: left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot meets left foot—consistency noted again. The sunlight casts a shadow beyond🧿 to 3’2” above headboard, 3’ beyond the side of bed, toward the door.

8:30-8:35:🧿offers bathroom. Use bathroom, wash face, body, and teeth with cloth left on sink since Day 3, drink from faucet.

8:35:🧿leaves.

8:36: Mark and measure the shadow I mind chalked and memorized. Vectors consistent at: 6’2” height, 37” at waist, 220 lbs. Will continue measurements for absolute certainty and to note fluctuations in’s constitution🧿.

8:40-12:00: Meditate, tai chi, practice placement of assets, evaluate inventory.

12:00:🧿returns. Same observations as morning entry—everything consistent. Afternoon sunlight casts a shadow beyond him to a pool around his body, about 6” from his feet. His boots have rubber soles, but I don’t think this will save him.

12:01:🧿hands me plastic cup to collect more water while I use bathroom. Drink from faucet. I collect 7 oz. of water and return.🧿leaves, locking door.

12:02-12:20: Eat lunch: egg-and-bacon quiche, homemade bread, milk.

12:20: Measure shadow, record vectors: 6’2”, 37” at waist, 220 lbs. Findings are consistent. Will continue measurements.

12:20-12:45: Wait for, to 🧿return to take tray.

12:45:🧿returns. Keys rattle…

And so on. His patterns were punctual, timely, predictable. His vectors consistent. A clone trooper. A hypnotized soldier. Perfect Captain America, following rules and keeping everything in order.

As you can tell from the above excerpt, I took repeated measurements. I wanted a bulletproof execution. But I soon determined that writing everything in longhand would be inefficient, so I switched to charts for metrics, calculations, and vector documentation and left new intel and acquisitions for longhand. So that my lab book was transformed to include mostly only charts.

Taglist: @cjand10​

[dias-de-am0rprimaveral]

El mal de ojo que me manden me lo quito🧿

[mychakra]

¿Sabes que es esto? ¿Cual es su significado? 🧿 Un ojo turco, también conocido como nazar, es un abalorio con la forma de una gota plana donde se encuentra la figura de un ojo al que se atribuyen fuerzas protectoras, y que es muy usado como talismán o amuleto contra el mal de ojo y las malas energías. El ojo turco es muy común en Turquía y en Grecia (de allí que también se lo conozca como ojo griego) para la protección contra la influencia negativa de la envidia, tradicionalmente conocida como ‘mal de ojo’. Según la tradición, que se remonta a los tiempos del antiguo Egipto y Babilonia, los malos sentimientos del ser humano se proyectan a través de los ojos, pues estos son la parte más expresiva del cuerpo. Por esa razón, era común que turcos y griegos usaran un talismán en forma de ojo como una forma de "distraer" la mirada del posedor del mal de ojo. Las ultimas fotos son de la última pulserita que diseñé. ¡Contáctame si quieres una para ti o tus seres queridos! Estoy siempre a la orden 🧿💕 WhatsApp: +1 475.529.7001 #ojonazar #proteccion #pulseras #ojoturco #esoterismo https://www.instagram.com/p/CWuGAJMJnY3/?utm_medium=tumblr

[julmagothichonduras]

Hermosas argollas de acero con ojo turco de cristal vienen disponibles 8 pares Puedes hacer el apartado de los tuyos con el 50% Precio L.300 WhatsApp 95426802 Significado del ojo turco según su color 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿 El azul, asociado al agua, es el signo del buen Karma, se vincula a las buenas energías y a la protección contra el mal de ojo. Es el color más tradicional del ojo turco. (en San Pedro Sula, Cortes, Honduras C.A.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiA293tO7Wx/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jeissonzegarraalcazar]

Me perdono. Me perdono por no haberme querido lo suficiente. Me perdono por no haber deseado abrir los ojos, por haber entregado toda mi confianza, mi pasión, pero sobre todo por haber entregado mi risa ciegamente. Me perdono por los sueños en los que creí y que al final no cumpliré, por haber amado sin importar el precio, por no haber escuchado a tiempo mi interior, por haberme empeñado, una y otra vez, en que no eras una piedra, sino que yo no sabía andar. Me perdono por haberme hecho daño, por no irme, aún a sabiendas de que me dolía, por creer que el presente estaba en el futuro, por creer que mañana serías diferente, que mañana serías otra. Me perdono por calentar, mucho antes que el mío, tu lado de la cama, por entregarme al enemigo y declararme culpable a sabiendas de que soy inocente, por haber caído en la trampa porque creí que la cuerda era un collar, por pensar que mordiendo tu anzuelo dejaría de tener hambre, por verter en ti y solo en ti toda mi pasión, mis ganas, mis energías, toda mi capacidad, mi mejor versión y lo más importante mi tiempo. Me perdono Me perdono por no haberme valorado lo suficiente Me perdono por haber entregado todo y más sin esperar nada a cambio en lo más mínimo. Me perdono por enseñar mucho por dar una paciencia exagerada sin esperar nada a cambio. Me perdono por haber hecho más a sabiendas que yo puedo dar más. Me perdono por no haberme aprovechado Por todo este tiempo en el hermoso momento que fue y es para mí a pesar de todo y nada para ti. Me perdono por desgastarme Por estar estar desilusionado Por estar decepcionado Me perdono Por llegar🧿tan bien y salir tan mal. Por luchar por todo que fue un nada como resultado. Me perdono por toda la fuerza de voluntad y toda mi promesa propuestos. Por sacar energías de dónde no hay y seguir avanzando Por haberme descuidado a mi mismo. Me perdono por haber luchado por alguien que no hacía el mínimo esfuerzo por mejorar Por tan solo recibir escusas y no ver qué la ayuda y apoyo estaba justo en tu delante. Me perdono Por por haberla lucha hasta lo último Me perdono, porque esta es la única manera de perdonarte a tí. Porque aún sin importar y creer Te amo. _______ 💛 (en La Torre De Plondar) https://www.instagram.com/p/CeVwiLOOmwgCJMDRSX0sFRon5GLQqYd617v_nw0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=