#no te detengas

[sentidoysensibilidad]

𝘓𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘢 𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢

A veces, las ganas de rendirte son abrumadoras. Quisieras sentarte al borde del camino y esperar a que la tormenta pase. Abandonar tus proyectos, olvidar tus sueños parece la única salida. El tiempo se vuelve pesado, la vida un laberinto sin salida. Pero recuerda: después de la tormenta siempre llega la calma. Necesitas respirar profundo, mirar hacia el horizonte y seguir adelante. El tiempo sana todas las heridas, así que permítete descansar, pero no te detengas. El camino sigue ahí, esperándote

[pared-de-ladrillo-blanco]

Avanza

Yo sé que duele, pero avanza

Deja que queme, pero avanza

No te rindas, solo avanza

Tan solo avanza...

[bowlingrecords]

Escucha la voz de tu interior, intenta dejar huella en el mundo. Porque esta vida es una, sólo debemos demostrar lo que realmente somos.

[cuartoretorno]

[psicoanalisis-online]

Libérate, reinventarse es posible.

[mentesmillonarias7]

La mente la controlas tú, puedes hacer lo que quieras, tienes el poder de cambiar tu vida, empieza por cambiar tu pensamiento 💭

-Geraldine Muñoz

[kiolete]

El mundo es tan hermoso que un atardecer.

Al igual que la inspiración que el corazón te da a ofrecer.

Vive tu vida, antes de envejecer.

[minochemasoscura]

[algun-dia-en-alguna-parte]

No te detengas - Walt Whitman.

No dejes que termine el día sin haber crecido un poco, sin haber sido feliz, sin haber aumentado tus sueños. No te dejes vencer por el desaliento. No permitas que nadie te quite el derecho a expresarte, que es casi un deber. No abandones las ansias de hacer de tu vida algo extraordinario. No dejes de creer que las palabras y las poesías sí pueden cambiar el mundo. Pase lo que pase nuestra esencia…

[tortademaracuya]

la traducción de forest of drizzling rain es mala? pregunto porque lo tenía pendiente para jugarlo algún día

y el precio del remake de ib 🤧🤧🤧 yo esperaba que esté en el descuento de ahora en diciembre-enero pero nooooo

Hasta donde recuerdo yo jugué una allá por el 2013 en español sacada de devianart(?) que aunque se entendía de a momentos era medio rara (se disfrutaba igual pero lo comparás con otras traducciones y tenía sus cosas). La traduccion en ingles de tosiaki no la jugué pero no he visto quejas asi que imagino debe estar bien, capaz ahora hay alguna traducción al español mejor? Como quería aprovechar en mandarme sin recordar nada a jugar el remake no busqué la verdad

En cuanto al Ib aaaaaaaa no puede ser, encima que lo aumentaron tanto ni descuento le ponen. Es rarisimo porque ningun otro juego de ese estilo está tan caro pero bueno, con suerte capáz en un tiempo lo bajan

[althenyxmindscape]

TE RETO A QUE ME DETENGAS

CAPÍTULO I: El Plan

Historia Original

F/F, Multi

Clasificación: Explícito

Advertencias: No consesual, Uso de Drogas, Alcohol.

Resumen: Señales mixtas y diferentes perspectivas están abiertas a libres interpretaciones, esto sumado a la fluctuante naturaleza de las emociones humanas llevarán a las protagonistas a cuestionar sus principios y cambiar su actuar, poniendo en duda sus relaciones al involucrarse en situaciones que reestructurarán sus vidas. Esta es la historia de cuatro mujeres, una historia que puede ser de amor, lujuria, egoísmo, obsesión; una historia de múltiples sentidos, certeros solo para cada lector individualmente.

[zero-psicologos-palma]

No importa lo lento que vayas, siempre y cuando no te detengas.

#psicologíadeldeporte #psicologíapositiva #neuropsicología #psicologíaintegral #psicologíadeportiva #psicologíaonline #psicologíaclínica #psicologíapalma #psicología_ambiental #ciberpsicología #psicologíacomallorca #psicologíadeléxito #psicologíaycalma #psicologíaeducativa #sinestesiapsicología #psicologíadeldespertar #bibliotecadepsicologíauam #instapsicología #cgfpsicología #igerspsicología #psicologíacanina #neuropsicologíaclínica #psicologíadelasalud #mallorca #instapsicología #cgfpsicología #igerspsicología #psicologíacanina #neuropsicologíaclínica #psicologíadelasalud #mallorca

[cuartoretorno]

[mentesmillonarias7]

No olvides que Dios es la clave del exito 🙏🏻🙌🏻

[latin5mamii]

Later - Carlos Alcaraz

Summary: He just doesn’t care, if he wants you, he’s having you.

Genre: Carlos Alcaraz x you, Juancarlos!Daughter x Carlos Alcaraz

Warnings: slightly smut, suggestive talk

Author’s note: Had this in mind and i had to write it down😌

“Estás tan hermosa esta noche”

••••

He was so fucking hot, and he knew it. He knew the power he had over you, the way a single look from them dark, big eyes could make your heart race and your mind spiral out of control. No matter how much you wanted to resist his charm, to not feel the way you did whenever he spoke to you, you always failed.

He had become your biggest weakness, an addiction you couldn’t shake no matter how dangerous it was. ‘Dangerous’ because you were his coach’s daughter, and if your father ever found out what had been happening between you two over the past few weeks, there would be hell to pay. But that didn’t matter. The thrill of sneaking around, lies over lies, kept pulling you back to him, time and time again.

Tonight was no different.

His voice snapped you out of your flashbacks of last night, a night spent in his arms, his touch still fresh on your skin. You turned to him with a disapproving look, knowing exactly what he was trying to do.

Not that you minded, if anything, you craved it,but not here. Not at this dinner where both your families and his team were present.

“Don’t do it,” you warned him, your voice barely above a whisper, trying to keep your composure.

“What shouldn’t I do?” he replied innocently, his hand already sliding onto your thigh, fingers trailing lightly across your skin. The contact made your breath hitch, and you shot a quick glance at your father, who was thankfully engrossed in conversation with Carlos’s father.

Carlos’s hand continued its exploration, moving up and down your thigh with agonizing slowness.“Carlos, stop,” you said, your voice lacking the conviction you so desperately needed it to have. But your body betrayed you, your legs instinctively parted slightly, granting him more access. Why did he have this effect on you? Why, when you knew better, did your body respond to him like this?

The truth was, the risk of being caught, the danger of what you were doing, only made it more thrilling. And that was the problem.

"Tu cuerpo no parece querer que me detenga",

(Your body doesn’t seem to want me to stop,) he murmured, that infuriating smirk you both loved and hated tugging at his lips. His hand moved higher, brushing against the delicate fabric of your panties, the touch sending a shockwave through your body.

"Si tan solo tu padre supiera las cosas que haces... probablemente ni siquiera te reconocería a ti, su chica inocente y obediente. Es una pena que no sea así" he whispered, his hand still teasing your skin.

(If only your father knew the things you do… he probably wouldn’t even recognize you,his innocent and obedient little girl.It’s a pity that it isn’t so)

You grabbed his wrist to stop him, your grip firm, but inside, you were unraveling. You were fighting a losing battle, and you both knew it. All you could think about was how, if you were alone with him right now, you’d be begging him for more, abandoning all pretense of resistance.

“Carlos, please,” you whispered, your voice shaking. “Not here. Someone will notice.”

His eyes darkened with desire, but there was a teasing glint there as well. “I love when you say please,” he murmured, leaning in closer so his lips were almost brushing against your ear. “But you know as well as I do that you don’t really want me to stop.”

You hated how right he was. How, despite the fear of getting caught, despite knowing this was wrong, you couldn’t help but want him. Crave him.

Carlos’s fingers traced along the edge of your panties, and your grip on his wrist tightened, trying to push him away, but it was no use. The fire he ignited in you was too strong, too overwhelming. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, but it was impossible with him so close, his cologne filling your senses, his touch driving you mad.

“Imagine,” he continued, his voice, "Si deslizara mis dedos un poco más... ¿qué harías? ¿Podrías callarte? ¿Podrías seguir fingiendo que no pasa nada debajo de esta mesa?"

(if I slipped my fingers just a little further… what would you do? Could you keep quiet? Could you keep pretending like nothing’s happening under this table?)

The thought se your body on fire, and you swallowed hard, struggling to maintain your composure. But you were losing this battle, and Carlos knew it. He thrived on it.

Just when you thought he was going to surpass your limit, a familiar voice from the other side of the table made you feel literal fear.

“What are you two talking about so intensely?” Your father. You opened your eyes, your heart pounding, and forced yourself to push Carlos’s hand away.

Carlos turned toward your father with his usual easy smile, completely unfazed. “Oh, just discussing a few plans for after Wimbledon,” he said smoothly. How could he be so calm when you were fighting yourself only for smiling?

Your father’s gaze flicked between the two of you, a slight frown creasing his brow. There was an edge of concern in his eyes, but no immediate suspicion. “Plans for the future, huh?” he said, his tone more curious than accusatory.

It’s not that your father was jealous or thought anything bad about Carlos, but Carlos’ a handsome, rich and young man, he wouldn’t even want to imagine his daughter suffering for him.

“Nothing more,Juanki. I swear,” He says laughing like he just doesn’t care, which is true.He doesn’t care at all.

He wanted you to be his, and nothing and no one could ever change that.

Juan Carlos nods and smiles back to Carlos.He quickly looks at you, and turns back to talk.

As soon as your father was distracted again, you shot Carlos a look that was half exasperation, half something else entirely.

“You’re impossible,” you hissed under your breath, trying to regain some semblance of control over your racing heart. “And so a pathologic liar .”

Carlos only grinned, leaning in close enough that his breath brushed against your ear. “And we didn’t got caught” he murmured, his voice filled with that familiar, dangerous amusement. “And that’s what makes it fun, isn’t it?”

You wanted to argue, to tell him off for taking such a risk, but the truth was, he was right. The thrill of almost being caught, the danger of it all, was as intoxicating as his touch. And it scared you how much you craved it.

Before you could find the words to respond, Carlos’s hand found yours under the table, his fingers intertwining with yours in a gesture that was both intimate and possessive. He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb stroking your skin in a way that made your breath hitch.

“Más tarde” he whispered, his voice a low promise.

"Encuéntrame más tarde. Ya sabes dónde".

[all444miles]

— IN HER OWN LIL’ WORLD

— paring: e!42 miles x black!fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: you can chat for the world, so you tell it all to none other than your boyfriend.

— a/n: the way this is a self insert bc when i tell u i can CHATTTTTT 😭 this is pretty much inspired by the song “love is only a feeling” (hence the title, that “she’s so perfect in her lil world”) so you might see a bit of lyric references in it. writing ts at 2am got me TIRED than a mf, but enjoy !!

You were a natural talker. You could talk for hours without getting tired. You could talk for the whole world, even. So you tell everything you want to say to your world, Miles. Miles loved everything about you. But when you would talk to him non-stop, and the way you’d articulate your words? Made his whole day.

“She came up to me tryna start sum, and you know I wouldn’t take that shi, so I had to deal wit her.” you explained, sitting on your boyfriend’s lap, his hands on your waist, as you continued to tell the story you had been telling Miles about for the past 26 minutes.

“Mami, you fought her?” he asked, his head cocking to the side and his eyebrows furrowed. “Das crazy, ain’t I said if you got a problem tell me?” You never really knew how, but whenever a person would cause you problems, Miles would always find a way to sort it out.

You tried to think to yourself, before you realised what he said to you just a ago week ago, catching your breath as you did so.

“Aight ma, after that fight, if you got any more beef wit somebody, for a good reason, you come to me, you heard?”

“Oh yeah..” you could hear a soft sigh coming from Miles and watched as he slightly shook his head, which made you smile. “That’s my bad. But she still deserved that shit.”

“So ima take it you won? Or else ima be even more annoyed.” he questioned you, raising an eyebrow, engaging himself more into the conversation.

You chuckled at his question, and your answer made him grin. “Of course I did! You ain’t never gon see me lose a fight.”

“That’s my girl. Now, tell me the rest.” you smiled at Miles as he waited for you to continue. You were always a talkative person, and Miles would always be the one to listen.

“You sure I ain’t talking yo ear off, baby?” you laughed quietly as you spoke, feeling the slightest bit self-conscious that you were talking too much. Miles, however, laughed at what you said.

“Mami, you always do, but I love it.”

“Ahora, no dejes que te detenga amor, sigue hablándome.” (Now, don't let me stop you love, keep talking to me.)

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