miércoles, 16 de diciembre de 2009

changes....


Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold onto something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it's so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn't come back. You're left so alone that you can't explain.

Everybody just keeps on moving on in this crazy, messed up world. That's all you can do anyways. You keep smiling, you keep moving, you just keep on living. Cause who knows, you might just be the only thing keeping somebody else from stopping. You might be someone's everything and not even know it. If you stop moving, what's to keep them from stopping too?It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream you know the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but its all out of your control, you cant trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no one will be able to break your heart like that again.


to my secret best friend:I ask myself why, and in that same breath, as I watch you, I get my answer. It’s everything about you; its that teasing smile, that warm scent. Its the curve of your arms, the tousle of your hair, the ring of your voice. Its just everything about you. But more than that, its everything about me. Its everything about the way you make me laugh, cry, smile and hurt. Its everything about the way you make me feel. And that’s everything that I cannot, and would not, want to let go off.


viernes, 20 de noviembre de 2009

...

She strutted up the ladder, carrying herself on her small frame. Those tiny legs shook with cold. She went inside, they were already partying like there was no tomorrow, and the world was coming to an end. Wasted.He was standing in the corner, drinking from a glass that appeared to contain water, but then again, it could be vodka; while frivolously smoking a cigarette. She smiled to herself to the sight of him, but didn’t go near. He looked at her; she could see him staring in the reflex on the window. She was doing meaningless chat to a tall, blonde beauty just to kill time, abruptly cut off the talk and marched right outdoors, laid carelessly in the moist grass. She didn’t care, she never cared.The moonlight kissed her cheeks, the wind stroked her hair.
- You’re too beautiful.

She didn’t have to look to know it was him, standing behind her. He approached her and laid too. She felt his warmth, the human heat emanating from him. She smiled, whilst both stared at the sky. His hand touched hers, she let him.He leaned over to her and they kissed.

- You’re perfect.She still had no answer

martes, 17 de noviembre de 2009

Don't walk away...


i am indifferent once again. towards everything. but numbingly content within my own head. escapism comes into play, i hear whispers in my ear, i see people, i see visions in the windows of subway cars every morning and every night. i live somewhere else, i want to stay there. every week that passes, i go farther and farther away, i don't care where you are. i thought i would be a wreck when you finally left again, and although it came sooner than when i had anticipated, i had expected it nonetheless and so i'm fine. after years of experience, my mind automatically forgets everything as soon as they walk away. sometimes i forget their names. stories i've told to my friends have to be retold to me, if i should need to be reminded. however, they know better. we do not speak of the long lost.

lunes, 16 de noviembre de 2009

This is a story of girl meets boy. But you should know up front, this is not a love story.



"Tom, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Next time you look back, I think you should look again.
Just because she's likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate. "

I kind of miss the old times.The times when I was happy.The times when I couldn't believe life was evolving in such a magnificant way.And it's those times where you have to learn the hard way,That what goes up must come down.So down and down it pushed.

viernes, 13 de noviembre de 2009

im crazy crazy crazy!


esto es demasiado para mi! hermoso! btw recomiendo esa cancion 1000! the reeling / passion pit


esa pelicula es puro entrenemiento la ame!

i looked into your eyes and saw a world that does not exist. i looked into your eyes and saw a world i wish i was in.


Let’s face it: I’m scared, scared and frozen. First, I guess I’m afraid for myself…the old primitive urge for survival. It’s getting so I live every moment with terrible intensity. It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain…remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted. When you feel that this may be good-bye, the last time, it hits you harder.



we are earthquakes, we are tidal waveswe are destruction at its finestwe are lava in the cavewe feed on the irony, we drink hypocricywe are everything we hate,but we have everything we need





martes, 10 de noviembre de 2009

de cosas detalles y más...

Algunas cosas que casi nadie sabe de mi y deberian:
  • Amo todo lo relacionado a los dinosaurios
  • Hitler
  • Pienso que Rodinia estaba más padre que Pangea y me encantaria conocer a alguien que supiera que es Rodinia sin tenerlo que buscar en Google
  • Siempre me tapo o cierro los ojos en las peliculas de miedo y muchas veces lloro en las romanticas
  • Soy el peor copiloto que puede existir, casi nunca hablo cuando voy en un carro o en cualquier vehiculo en movimiento
  • Puedo ser muy seria o muy extrovertida, no hay ninguna constante sobre este asunto.
  • La television me aburre excepto documentales o bob esponja
  • Narnia y Alicia en el Pais de las Maravillas me parecen algo espectacular!
  • El primer libro enserio que lei fue Narraciones Extraordinarias de Edgar Allan Poe
  • Odio el color naranja, y el olor del brocoli hirviendo
  • La temperatura perfecta se encuentra en la sombra
  • Me encanta el mar pero odio la arena
  • Amo el surf y nunca eh surfeado
  • Siempre me acuerdo de todo, y siempre me acuerdo de lo que sueño
  • Hace una semana me cai por primera vez de la cama
  • Mi color favorito NO es el negro, es el turquesa
  • El helado y cualquier cosa dulce me da absolutamente lo mismo
  • Podria comer kiwis toda la vida
  • Odio que no me abran la puerta del carro
  • Detesto tener que llamar o mensajear o saludar primero en msn( decreto que si alguien quiere hablar conmigo me hable porque yo no lo hare amenos de que se me ofresca algo)
  • Creo que un cientifico religioso es una estupidez
  • Tengo pesima ortografia
  • Nunca me han regalado flores
  • Estoy lista para mi primer divorcio
  • El lugar perfecto para vivir seria polynesia
  • Esperar es tan ridiculo como caerse
  • Coco Chanel es una de las mujeres que más admiro y no por el "fashion"
  • Obsesionada con Rusia
  • Chernobyl
  • Exploracion urbana
  • Snowboard
  • Me encanta el jugo de toronja
  • Escribo notitas en todos lados
  • No me interesa para nada ir a la luna.