domingo, 29 de julio de 2012

"No importa cuanto lo desee, ¿sabes por qué nunca voy a comer carne? Porque es un asesinato a sangre fría."
"¡Hay una Phoebe en mi sandwich!"

29/07


Si se ignora mi expresión facial, va a ser más fácil leer esto... Agradezco a mis súper intento de hamburguesas hechas de una mezcla totalmente asquerosa de verduras, las cuales me dieron una patada en el estómago y no pude dormir en toda la madrugada del domingo (Sábado a la noche 'de la porquería') y estuve desde las cinco y media vomitando, hasta la una y media del mediodía. Cinco veces vomité. Realmente no pude calcular en algunos despidos qué era lo que rechacé porque no era comida sino mucosa verde (soy un asco). De más está decir que estuve toda la tarde con dolores insoportables de hígado y cabeza. No fui al médico porque después de tomar una segunda pastilla carbónica (y una aspirina) caí dormida y me levante mejor. Dicen que si iba podía llegar a quedar internada... Y no es que no hubiera querido, pero en siete horas voy a estar viajando al colegio. Así es, de vuelta a la rutina. Ahora me siento mucho mejor y espero que mañana sea un buen día (Qué digo, un lunes a las siete y media de la mañana, teniendo clases de matemática... eso no tiene nada de bueno).


Dreamcatcher.

sábado, 28 de julio de 2012

L&c



Hey! Es nuestra segunda salida juntas y me encantó, con toda la sinceridad del universo puedo decir que sos una persona única y muy buena, comprensible y con toda la onda. De a poco vamos a seguir conociéndonos más y las maravillas van a salir a flote, te  aseguro toda mi confianza que vamos a ser grandes compinches (?) Te quiero mucho Cata. 

viernes, 27 de julio de 2012

c:



Thanks to Cata for the nose ring (actually is a septum ring, but it works for this too). I love you babe!

28-07

I actually feel weird, but i think is that good weird feeling... For a while i feel uncomfortable because of many thinks i have done or felt, and that makes me feel sick -so then it goes to be weird and bad feeling- and i want to scream to myself, "what the fuck are you doing? i mean, why are you doing this?" you know how it feels when you got stuck on some time, some momento or someone, well, just like it. And really i can't do anything to stop with this because he doesn't even care about me! And that makes me know a percent of all the stupid i can be when i want to. But i don't know if i have to blame to myself, is that fault also? I'll never know. All i know is that anytime, i will get over this and will be just a crazy memory and we all gonna laught at it. I hope so. 

Fillip - MUSE.


It's happening soon + It's happening soon
It's scent has been blowing in my direction +To me it is new To me it is new + And it's not gonna change for anybody + And it's gonna + be Our last memory And it's led me on + And on to you + It's got to be here + It's got to be there + It's got to be now + Or I'll lose forever  + To me it is strange +
This feeling is strange + But it's not gonna change for anybody + And it's gonna be + Our last memory + And it's led me on + And on to you +
Accuse me + Trust me + I never knew +
That you were the one + You were the one +
And it's gonna be + Our last memory
And it's led me on + And on to you.

jueves, 26 de julio de 2012

Cornerstone - Arctic Monkeys


I thought I saw you in the battleship
But it was only a look a like
She was nothing but a vision trick
Under the warning light

She was close
Close enough to be your ghost
But my chances turned to toast
When I asked her if I could call her your name

I thought I saw you in the rusty hook
Huddled up in wicker chair
I wandered up for a closer look
And kissed who ever was sitting there

She was close
And she held me very tightly
Till I asked awfully politely
Please, can I call you her name?

And I elongated my lift home
Yeah, I let him go the long way 'round
I smelt your scent on the seat belt
And kept my shortcuts to myself

I thought I saw you in the parrot's beak
Messing with the smoke alarm
It was too loud for me to hear her speak
And she had a broken arm

It was close
So close that the walls were wet
And she wrote it out as in letraset
“No, you can't call me her name

Tell me where's your hiding place?
I'm worried I'll forget your face
And I've asked everyone
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along

I elongated my lift home
Yeah, I let him go the long way 'round
I smelt your scent on the seat belt
And kept my shortcuts to myself

I saw your sister in the cornerstone
On the phone to the middle man
When I saw that she was on her own
I thought she might understand
She was close
Well, you couldn't get much closer
She said, "I'm really not supposed to but yes
You can call me anything you want"


No, you lost your trust...
No, don't lose your trust.
Oh, you lost your trust.

26

Hello, después de tantos días sin escribir reaparecí como suelo hacer. Tengo ganas de escribir canciones. De aprender a tocar guitarra y cantar, pero cantar para mí sola. ¿Qué va si subo las letras?