#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]

[psicoanalisiscdmx]

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.

[chijaukay-wav]

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 está intacta.

Somos seres llenos de pasión.

La vida es desierto y oasis.

Nos derriba, nos lastima,

nos enseña,

nos convierte en protagonistas

de nuestra propia historia.

Aunque el viento sople en contra,

la poderosa obra continúa:

Tu puedes aportar una estrofa.

No dejes nunca de soñar,

porque en sueños es libre el hombre.

No caigas en el peor de los errores:

el silencio.

La mayoría vive en un silencio espantoso.

No te resignes.

Huye.

“Emito mis alaridos por los techos de este mundo”,

dice el poeta.

Valora la belleza de las cosas simples.

Se puede hacer bella poesía sobre pequeñas cosas,

pero no podemos remar en contra de nosotros mismos.

Eso transforma la vida en un infierno.

Disfruta del pánico que te provoca

tener la vida por delante.

Vívela intensamente,

sin mediocridad.

Piensa que en ti está el futuro

y encara la tarea con orgullo y sin miedo.

Aprende de quienes puedan enseñarte.

Las experiencias de quienes nos precedieron

de nuestros “poetas muertos”,

te ayudan a caminar por la vida

La sociedad de hoy somos nosotros:

Los “poetas vivos”.

No permitas que la vida te pase a ti sin que la vivas.

[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…

[apae153]

Hola "Mi Persona",

Quisiera con estas palabras transmitirte mi sentir y decirte que admiro profundamente la fuerza que has demostrado frente a los retos que la vida te ha puesto.

Como amigo y como “tu persona”, me llena de orgullo y alegría ver cómo te has vuelto aún más fuerte, más aguerrida, y cómo cada dificultad, lejos de derrumbarte, te ha fortalecido de maneras que me emocionan. Saber que, aunque sea en una pequeñísima parte, lo poco que he compartido contigo te ha ayudado, me llena de satisfacción. Y digo pequeña porque sé que mi apoyo no es más que un impulso para que seas tú misma quien supere los obstáculos, ya que estoy completamente seguro de que tienes la fortaleza y el corazón para lograrlo.

Me encanta descubrirte valiente, auténtica, sin miedos ni tabúes. Lo que más me “agrada” de ti, como tú sueles decir, es esa sinceridad contigo misma, conmigo y con el resto del mundo. No hay nada más maravilloso que verte siendo tú misma, tal como eres, sin filtros ni reservas.

Estoy encantado con tu forma de ver la vida, con el cariño inmenso que tienes hacia quienes amas, como tu mamá y tu hija, y con todas esas virtudes que te hacen tan especial. Pero también "me agradan" tus pequeños defectos, porque en ellos encuentro la belleza de aceptarte completamente, tal como eres. Y eso, me hace sentir que congeniamos de una manera única y mágica.

Eres, sin duda, la coincidencia más hermosa que este 2024 me ha regalado. Tener la dicha de recibir, aunque sea un poco de tu cariño, es un privilegio que valoro profundamente, y quiero que sepas que haré todo por cuidarlo y hacerlo crecer. Deseo que esta semilla de felicidad que hemos plantado florezca cada día, alimentada con comprensión, cariño sincero, incontables carcajadas y, sobre todo, con la paz y tranquilidad que tanto mereces. Ser tu compañero de aventuras y ¿por qué no?, de la vida misma, sería la mayor dicha que podría soñar.

Espero de corazón que en el 2025 y en los años venideros podamos seguir construyendo esta cercanía y esta complicidad que tanto valoro. Pase lo que pase, enfrentemos las dificultades que enfrentemos, estoy seguro de que juntos encontraremos la manera de superar cualquier obstáculo o distancia, manteniendo siempre intacto este vínculo tan especial que hemos creado.

Mi Persona, gracias por ser tú.

Te Quiero y Muchisimo...

Atte.,

A.P.A.E

[theraininthestars]

And this is the reason why people tell you to LEARN HISTORY!

The people who don't know their history are doomed to repeat it.

Y se los repetiré en español:

Por esta razón, es importante APRENDER HISTORIA.

Si no sabes de historia, estas destinado a repetirla.

Can you explain why Europeans were much more technologically advanced than the indigenous populations of Africa? I mean, these cultures hadn't even invented sewage systems, which is something the Romans were able to design and implement in 800-735 BC (a long fucking time before "the white man" colonized it)... I mean fuck, without "the white man", they would probably still be in the fucking bronze age.

I don’t really know what kind of history books bigots like you read.

The Great Libraries of Timbuktu? The steel metallurgy of the Haya? Dentistry? Caesarean section? Premature neonatal care? Mathematics, architecture, engineering?

I know it’s hard for a racist like you who imagines “technological advancement” to be some kind of end-all-be-all, or proof of some “inherent intelligence”. I know, I know. It’s hard to imagine, but Europeans have been drawing knowledge from everyone around them since the dawn of time. What did you think ended the Dark Ages?

Your magical (read: white supremacist) idea of a purely ‘white’ Rome never existed.

Nevertheless…

The Minoan culture on the island of Crete between 1500-1700 B.C.E. had a highly developed waste management system. They had very advanced plumbing and designed places to dispose of organic wastes. Knossos, the capital city, had a central courtyard with baths that were filled and emptied using terra-cotta pipes. This piping system is similar to techniques used today. They had large sewers built of stone.”

In case you needed further clarification, neither the Minoans nor other (later) Greeks were ethnically uniform. They also had the first flush toilets, dating back to 18th century B.C.E. They had flushing toilets, with wooden seats and an overhead reservoir. The Minoan royals were the last group to use flushing toilets until the re-development of that technology in 1596.

Oh, and look the Mayans had indoor plumbing, acqueducts, and pressurized water too. I mean, you can ignore that the area Mayans lived in had little to few rivers, no lakes or standing water, nor other sources of running water, while simultaneously dealing with monsoons and flooding due to one of the heaviest yearly rainfalls in the Americas.

Classic Maya even used household water filters using locally abundant limestone carved into a porous cylinder, made so as to work in a manner strikingly similar to modern ceramic water filters.

Of course, by this time millenia later none of your precious “white people” had developed any methods besides shitting in pots.

Continuing, the earliest archaeological record of an advanced system of drainage comes from the Indus Valley Civilization from around 3100 B.C.E in what is now Pakistan and North India.  By 2500 B.C.E (almost 5,000 years ago), highly developed drainage system where wastewater from each house flowed into the main drain.

All houses in the major cities of Harappa and Mohenjo−daro had access to water and drainage facilities. Waste water was directed to covered drains which lined the major streets directed to covered drains, which lined the major streets. Each home had its own private drinking well and its own private bathroom. The mains that carried wastewater to a cesspit were tall enough for people to walk through. Reservoirs, a central drainage system, fresh water pumped into the homes. Pools. Baths.

It was made from bricks smoothened and joined together seamlessly. The expert masonry kept the sewer watertight. Drops at regular intervals acted like an automatic cleaning device.

Filters for solid waste.

Sorry, what were the British doing up until like, 200 years ago? Shitting in the streets? Oh yeah.

I mean, I could get into how by the Shang Dynasty (roughly 1600 B.C.E.), China had sophisticated plumbing including pressure inverted siphons.

Or into the city of Amarna, Ancient Egypt. Or Persepolis, Persia and the Achaemenids in 600 B.C.E.

But, I mean, it sounds like the only one still in the Bronze Age is you.

[zero-psicologos-palma]

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

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[cuartoretorno]

[mentesmillonarias7]

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

[althenyxmindscape]

TE RETO A QUE ME DETENGAS

CAPÍTULO VII: Ensueño

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.

[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".