tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42228288655397196492024-03-13T15:35:53.804-07:00Don't let the muggles get you down. ϟWhatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.comBlogger151125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-70464507638950000782014-07-28T12:13:00.001-07:002014-07-28T12:13:40.840-07:00<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Over the last few hours I've allowed myself to feel defeated, and just like she said if you allow yourself to feel the way you really feel, maybe you won't be afraid of that feeling anymore.</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;">Tori Amos, Death - The High Cost Of Living </span></div>
Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-86196780354312256742014-07-16T16:02:00.001-07:002014-07-16T16:02:26.019-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">My mamma, she loves you.</span><div>
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">No matter what she says it's true.<br />I know that she hurts you,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">but remember I love you too.<br /><br />I ran away today, ran from the noise, ran away.<br />Don't wanna go back to that place,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">but don't have no choice, no way.<br />It ain't easy growin up in World War III,<br />never knowin what love could be, well I've seen <br />I don't want love to destroy me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">like it did my family.<br /><br />Can we work it out? Can we be a family? <br />I promise I'll be better, mommy I'll do anything.<br />Can we work it out? Can we be a family? <br />I promise I'll be better, daddy please don't leave.<br /><br />In our family portrait, we look pretty happy,<br />let's play pretend, let's act like it comes naturally.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">So.. P!nk is killing me.</span></div>
Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-16624264447070458472014-06-23T20:36:00.007-07:002014-06-23T20:36:58.742-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">Next to your heartbeat where I should be,</span></div>
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keep it deep within your soul.</div>
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And if you hurt me</div>
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well, that's okay baby, only words bleed.</div>
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Inside these pages you just hold me,</div>
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and I won’t ever let you go.</div>
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When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me</div>
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under the lamppost back on Sixth street,</div>
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hearing you whisper through the phone:</div>
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"Wait for me to come home."</div>
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<span style="color: #999999; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photograph, Ed Sheeran.</span><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">Cada día estoy más segura de que este tipo intenta matarme con sus canciones.</span></span></div>
Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-2934875511051805722014-06-18T19:53:00.002-07:002014-06-18T19:56:21.496-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Vanessa Ives: Control.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Dorian Gray: Yes. What if you were to abandon this?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Vanessa Ives: I couldn't.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Dorian Gray: Why?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Vanessa Ives: There are things within our soul that can never be unleashed.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Dorian Gray: What would happen if they were?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Vanessa Ives: <span style="color: #666666;">They would consume us, we would cease to be and another would exist in our place, without control. Without limits.</span></span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-32310980219501963512014-05-22T15:18:00.003-07:002014-05-22T15:19:15.097-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of "forevers". We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night, our love came when we had given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I'm hope. Our arms willbandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used to trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it's still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection... But please know: wether it's the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day, I will love you when you are a hurricane.</span><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 17.563634872436523px;"><br /></span></span>
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Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-77807862587572369192014-05-15T15:25:00.002-07:002014-05-15T15:25:25.858-07:00London Underground.<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> "You'll just have to make the best of it down here," he said to Richard, "in the sewers and the magic and the dark." And then he smiled, hugely, whitely: a gleaming grin, monumental in its insincerity. "Well-delightful to see you again. Best of luck. If you can survive for the next day or two," he confided, "you might even make it through a whole month." And with that he turned and strode off through the sewer, after Door and Hunter.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"> Richard leaned against a wall and listened to their footsteps, echoing away, and to the rush of the water running past on its way to the pumpink stations of East London, and the sewage works. "Shit," he said. And then, to his surprise, for the first time since his father died, alone in the dark, Richard Mayhew began to cry.</span><br />
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Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: small;">I’ve had so many knives stuck into me, when they hand me a flower I can’t quite make out what it is. It takes time.</span></h1>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Charles Bukowski</span> </span></div>
Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-9939921188403573962014-03-26T11:39:00.001-07:002014-03-26T11:39:18.263-07:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The Doctor: Amy, you need to start trusting me. It's never been more important.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Amelia Pond: But you don't always tell me the truth.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The Doctor: If I always told you the truth, I wouldn't need you to trust me.</span><br />
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<br /><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Moffat exists only to ruin people's lives.</span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-10816149949222689172014-03-26T11:37:00.003-07:002014-03-26T11:37:15.942-07:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">En mi última entrada dije que iba a intentar escribir todos los días para practicar para un final. Sí, bueno, no funcionó.</span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-19177671071500735982014-02-26T18:27:00.001-08:002014-02-26T18:27:46.562-08:00The Last Morning Train<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I need to practice my narrative for a final exam, so I asked the Nerdfighters for some help. They gave me some titles and/or ideas for inspiration and now I want to pick some and write about them. I won't have much time the day of the final so this will be aaaall improvisation. Let's see what I can do. My idea is to write at least two or three per week, I don't know if I'll have the time but I'll try. So this begins with...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">"The Last Morning Train"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I was never a fan of the "once upon a time" kind of stories, but this was actually once upon a time. It's one of those stories that you find in small towns, the ones in which you don't know exactly when they took place or who were the real characters involved. The kind of story you can hear from old people talking in the park, or kids telling it to each other after they heard it from another friend or some relatives at home. I should warn you before you keep reading, this story has no ending.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So there was She. We don't know who She is. She was a traveller, never spent more than a week on each town. But, you know, when you hear about someone who travels a lot ou might think of someone.. nostalgic, without real friends or family or roots. She wasn't like that, She was always nice and with a big, radiant smile on her face. They say She never felt homeless because she never had an actual home. Once someone from this town had a small talk with her and asked about that, about her way of living life without settling down, apparently She answerd "you know what they say: home is where the heart is! Well my heart is where the wind takes it, and I don't need anything else." </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Clearly something happened, or this wouldn't be a story worth telling. They say she met someone, or He was someone from her past, they don't know for sure, but there He was, at the train station, smiling straight at her. He had one of those charming smiles that can make you blush. She looked at him and smiled back, and that was it. It was in the air, that something between them that made people think they belonged with each other. They took off on the same train on that autumn morning, and nobody knows what happened. Nobody knows if they talked, if they travelled together, if they never saw each other again. That's what people like about this story, they can speculate, they can invent the ending they want. People love doing that.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Personally, I like to think they ended up together. I have a thing for tragedies, yes, but sometimes a happy ending is just what you need.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">--aaaaand I didn't actually like this one but whatever. I'm not inspired, I'm tired. The point is my grammar after all. I just thought it would be nice to write again.</span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-7511672948588221962014-02-25T16:14:00.003-08:002014-02-25T16:14:42.433-08:00Catarsis de martes a la noche.<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">[I can feel the pressure, it's getting closer now]</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Did you ever notice how many of my posts start with "I don't know what to do now"? I do. There's a lot of that. I hate not knowing, I hate losing control. I really don't know how to handle all of this right now. <i>I'm so full of shit I just wanna scream my lungs out and break my vocal chords.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I feel like I'm doing everything wrong, like I try to have all under control but I can't. Everything falls from my hands like sand and I can't deal with that. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">And no, I can't relax, I don't have the time. You may say "everything is gonna be okay" yes, thank you, I hope so too, but it's not about the future that I'm so stressed, it's about the present, the fear I have right NOW, the nightmares, the nights when I can't sleep at all thinking, thinking, and thinking. You also may say that I'm a drama queen, YES I KNOW THAT TOO, but this is beyond that. This is me trying not to cry my eyes out every day over my stupid books and notes and stuff. Trying to smile at home even when I don't feel like it, trying to think of anything else, to clear my mind.. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I try, I can't. And I'm pushing people away 'cause I feel like they can't help me, and I don't want to get extremely nervous or angry or shit like that and end up alone. So I just sit in my bed with my coffee and my books and try to focus, and try to get everything right, and try to fix all of this shit I'm doing wrong, and try not to stress so much, and try to smile for real, and try to think about good stuff, <b>and it's HARD, SO HARD, but I wanna make it.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>I WANT THIS VOICES IN MY HEAD TO SHUT THE HELL UP</i>. </span><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Please, I don't wanna be alone right now. I can't do this by myself. I need to fight my stupid demons. Please. My head is about to explode.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /><span style="color: #666666;">I can do this, can't I? Yes I can. I'm gonna be fine..</span></span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-73461822836912268992014-02-17T15:33:00.001-08:002014-02-17T15:33:11.948-08:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Annnnnd, yes, I'm totally cheesy.</span><br /><br /><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Settle down with me,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">cover me up,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">cuddle me in.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Lie down with me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">and hold me in your arms</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Kiss me like you wanna be loved,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">(you wanna be loved,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">you wanna be loved).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">This feels like falling in love,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">(falling in love,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">we're falling in love).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Settle down with me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">and I'll be your safety,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">you'll be my lady.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I was made to keep your body warm,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">but I'm cold as the wind blows so hold me in your arms.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">My heart's against your chest, </span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">your lips pressed to my neck..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Kiss me like you wanna be loved,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">(you wanna be loved,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">you wanna be loved).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">This feels like falling in love,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">(falling in love,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">we're falling in love).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Yeah, I've been feeling everything</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">from hate to love,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">from love to lust,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">from lust to truth.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I guess that's how I know you</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">so I hold you close to help you give it up.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><br /></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">So k</span><span style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;">iss me like you wanna be loved,</span></div>
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<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">(you wanna be loved,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">you wanna be loved).</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">This feels like falling in love,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">(falling in love,</span></div>
<div style="text-align: right;">
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Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-4945234820246448122014-02-17T15:26:00.003-08:002014-02-17T15:37:54.542-08:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So I kinda had some complicated days since I started 'college' (I'm not in college yet, I'm trying to get in). I've been too nervous and jumpy about everything and that wasn't good for me or anyone around me, especially that one person. I was being a walking disaster technically.<br />But I didn't write about it 'cause there was some stuff I needed to keep to myself. OF COURSE that dind't work and made my brain explode, because let's face it, keeping what's bothering me just to myself is not a good idea, I mean, sooner or later I was going to screw everything up... and I did.<br />At least I faced my fears and said all I needed to say. It wasn't the best way to do it but well..<br />I think nothing's broken anyway. I mean, there was, clearly, some damages, but nothing that can't be fixed (I hope).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 19px;">El universo es una perversa inmensidad hecha de ausencia. Uno no esta en casi ninguna parte. Sin embargo, en medio de las infinitas desolaciones hay una buena noticia: el amor.<br /> </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 19px;">Los Hombres Sensibles de Flores tomaban ese rumbo cuando querían explicar el cosmos. Y hasta los Refutadores de Leyendas tuvieron que admitir, casi sin reservas, que el amor existe.</span></span></blockquote>
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Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-29550938348859513722013-12-23T21:38:00.000-08:002013-12-23T21:38:11.216-08:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Am I? Am I actually smiling on Christmas eve?<br /><br /><br /></span><br />
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<br /><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">My mood today, and probably for what's left of the year.</span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-38133219984787932682013-12-17T23:32:00.003-08:002013-12-17T23:35:00.689-08:004:30 am. Insomniac.<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lay my head under the water,<br />lay my head, under the sea.<br />Excuse me sir, am I your daughter? <br />Won't you take me back? Take me back and see.<br /><br />There's not a time, for being younger <br />and all my friends, are enemies..<br />And if I cried unto my mother <br />no <b><span style="color: #666666;">she wasn't there</span></b>, she wasn't there for me.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">Don't let the water drag you down.<br />Don't let the water drag you down.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span><br />Broken lines across my mirror <br />show my face all red and bruised,<br />and though<b> <span style="color: #666666;">I screamed and I screamed</span></b>, well, no one came running.<br />No I wasn't saved, <span style="color: #666666;"><b>I wasn't safe from me</b>.</span><br /><i><br />Don't let the water drag you down.<br />Don't let the water drag you down.</i><br /><br />Don't let me drown, don't let me drown in the waves, oh darling.<br /><span style="color: #666666;"><b>I could be found, I could be what you had saved.</b></span><br />Lay my head, under the water.<br /><span style="color: #666666;"><b>Aloud I pray for calmer seas.</b></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">And when I wake from this dream with chains all around me..<br />No, I've never been, <span style="color: #666666;"><b>I've never been free</b>.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let this remain.<br /><br /><span style="font-size: xx-small;">-I study your face and the fear goes away.-</span></span></div>
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Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-91368540640602833752013-12-12T07:28:00.001-08:002013-12-12T07:28:02.368-08:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><strike>De 1 a "dormir abrazando una almohada" ¿qué tan patéticas fueron tus noches esta semana?</strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Gosh, estoy tan susceptible por todo estos días, no sé. Necesito irme a la mierda. O no. No sé ni qué necesito. Bah sí, dormir. O café. O vacaciones. Sí, claramente vacaciones.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Quiero que se termine este año. Y claramente no quiero volver a ver un libro diario en mi vida.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Quiero.. quiero muchas cosas. Pocas realmente importantes. No sé si alguna sea posible.<br /><span style="color: purple;">I wish.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Estos matetes que tengo en la cabeza cuando llega Diciembre que hacen que quiera escribir todo y no pueda ni con un párrafo. Y ahora me puse de mal humor porque no me sale escribir. Y porque hace calor. Y porque esto fastidiosa y dormí poco y mal.<br /><br />Necesito café. Vacaciones. Y un abrazo.<br />Lo único que tengo es café. Well..<br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Sarah Jane, you get me everytime.</span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-71628543779575477982013-11-29T19:17:00.000-08:002013-11-29T19:17:15.539-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
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Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-89019323794040282192013-11-21T10:51:00.004-08:002013-11-21T10:51:38.804-08:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Creo que el blog debería llamarse "dejate de joder con cambiar la interfaz a cada rato y ponete a escribir".</span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-79166284222680922762013-11-20T23:24:00.004-08:002013-11-20T23:24:42.782-08:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Mi más reciente descubrimiento es que tengo este problemita de "pelotuda recurrente" que hace que vuelva a mandarme las mismas cagadas una y otra y otra y otra vez. Es como que los que lo ven de afuera deben pensar: ¿esta mina no se da cuenta o es así especial? ¿siempre lo mismo, che?. BUENO, DÉJENME. Sí, me mando siempre las mismas pero me doy cuenta después.<br />Por ejemplo, sigo tomando el Fernet de la Whip aunque sé que es marca tegedemoselhígado y me va a caer mal. Sigo yendo a chebolis con ropa copada sabiendo que después va a volver con manchas de alcohol y olor a humo que andá a saber cuántos lavados aguanten. Sigo planchándome el pelo incluso cuando sé que va a llover. Sigo dejándome los rulos cuando hay viento aunque sé que me va a quedar el pelo hecho un nido de carancho. Sigo yendo siempre atrás el pelotudo rodeado de gatos.<br />Sí, sí, ya salté con lo mismo de siempre, ¿ven lo que digo? Ooootra vez. Ahora la pelotuda recurrente vuelve a la historieta de andar mirando el celu a cada rato a ver si tiene señal, si funciona, si él se acordó de escribir. Ahora la pelotuda recurrente sigue entrando a su muro aunque sabe que tiene competencia ahí a la vista.<br />El tema no es engancharme o no, sé que no me engancho, por suerte TAN pelotuda no soy. El tema es sentarme a ver cómo siempre me llama la atención ese que me va a tener en lista de espera mientras se chamuya a las otras que están tan buenas que hasta yo me las quiero levantar. El tema es ver cómo siempre vuelvo a lo mismo, y siempre termino pudriéndome de no llegar a nada, y siempre termino cambiando de chongo como de remera, y siempre termino sintiéndome sola al final y saliendo con el primer gil de turno.. Y siempre termino mandándolo a la mierda porque, claro, nunca hubo amor, nunca hubo nada, fue el no querer estar sola y la frustración de ser siempre el garch-and-go del que realmente me interesaba.<br /><br />Lo divertido es que no estoy hablando de nadie en particular, estoy hablando en general. Tipo una recapitulación de mis relaciones que no funcionan. No sé, me pintó, qué se yo. Mi aleatorio se suele poner asesino a estas horas, déjenme flashear. Meh, creo que dos personas leen esto nada más, les mando un besito ♥ y me voy a seguir leyendo a mi querido Neil Gaiman.</span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222828865539719649.post-76468634143314168512013-11-20T22:29:00.002-08:002013-11-20T22:29:29.274-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Wise, wise Neil Gaiman.</span>Whatsernamehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15038888189034230384noreply@blogger.com0