Boquita de pan de dulce.

"Sé que no estas hecha de madera o hielo
y tarde o temprano me dirás te quiero.
Y es que tú te sientes tocada por Dios
dices y presumes que me estoy muriendo por tener tu amor
que estas como quieres de pies a cabeza y no se midió
la naturaleza con tanta belleza que en tí reunió

A mí no me importa si vuelas o no
pero estoy seguro que tarde o temprano me darás tu amor
Pues cuando me acerco oigo que se agita tu respiración

y estás que te pelas por que te dé un beso, no digas que no. "


Carajo, que sí! 3 años y hasta que se te ocurrió.

Dearest darling.

Karma, you glorious justice serving bitch.

I've had my share of purgatory.

Nothing wrong with a little silence, yeah?

If you ever notice I haven't slept please refrain from trying to hold a conversation with me.
If you attempt to keep talking to me despite my obvious attempts to avoid it do not be offended by my lack of animosity and/or attention.
If you ever notice I'm wearing headphones, please refrain from talking to me.
If you ever try to touch my fucking headphones so you can talk to me I will bite your fingers off and feed them to the shitter.
If you ever notice I'm watching something, please refrain from talking to me.
If you ever consider standing between me and whatever it is I'm watching to talk to me, reconsider, don't do it.

If you ever see me smoking and think it's a good idea to share my cigarette, reconsider, don't do it.
If you ever think it's a nice idea to blame your romantic incompetence on me, or discuss it with me, don't do it... no need to reconsider, fucking don't, I'll bite your tongue off, eat it,  hold your bleeding til I shit it out, and then make you choke on it.

So please, it's just sometimes it's nice to have some silence and time for myself. Stop being such a little attention-whoring prick, grow a pair and go solve your problems instead of incessantly talking about them to people who DON'T GIVE A FUCK.


You've lost your last friend.
You've lost your eternal excuse for being such an incompetent, "broken hearted" , incapable of love (not that you're really trying), rude, abusive, manipulating manwhore.


Wear condoms,you ungrateful little bitch, this world doesn't need your spawn.

xoxoxo

We are all believers, aren't we? Deep down? Just a bit?
At least I think we'd all like to believe.

We'd all like to believe in things that are immortal.
Wether it's because we know we are not or just because we're afraid to admit we're not



Maybe we all want to believe in love because by (hopeful) definitions love is immortal, therefore by being loved we acquire a bit of it, don't we? Loving someone, we try to forget they're mere humans, born only to live and die. We build up these ideals of them, we forget  (or want to forget) they're capable of disappointing us, we rely on them to build us up not weigh us down, even when we do, we linger on possibility, and possibilities are all about faith.
We believe in superior forms of creation because it would be sad to think we're accidents of nature, we serve no purpose. Some of us like to believe in life after death because it's sad, to go through so much shit just to rot in the underground or be burned to a crisp.

:)

Only if.

You're deceiving yourself.

Concealing ain't lying, but when applied to one's own mind, they're both still denial.

You ain't fooling me.


You only put out to exhibition that which you want to make seen, and what has been seen can't be unseen.