February 2012
fucking with peoples head.
its hilarious how much social networks gets across to people. today shall be remembered as the day that i was no longer ‘single’. lmfao.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i wasnt even high. good job, daisy.
En mis días soy una persona totalmente diferente.
almasdiferentes:
fucking malestar.
fucking mal humor.
fucking todo.
“Los domingos se muere y los lunes dolorosamente se vuelve a nacer.”
– E (via extasisfilosofico)
i took a hit.
“Me encanta como me hace sentir. Como si todo fuera posible. Como si todo valiera...”
– (500 Days of Summer)
roads.roads.
wait. wait. wait. what. i thought we had something going on here.? what happend homie.? what changed…
melting.from liquid.to solid.reverse.
as much as i wanna say i believed in more..somehow i know i didnt. i heal..and then i bruise again..but then again..one never fully heals..its an ongoing process..its a cycle. ill never be understood.and its not because life has fucked with me. its just b/c my energy is like that. my whole being is just not stable. and how do i fix that.? there is no fixing..its who i am..at least i like to think...
ya no se ni que pensar.
todo anda por todos lugares. sube. baja. asi es, que no.?
“Cada vez iré sintiendo menos y recordando más, pero ¿qué es el recuerdo sino el...”
– Julio Cortázar (via cuadernillodereciclaje)
'a keeper'.?
i wish i could say it. but. it doesnt exist. it just doesnt.
