Ah las decepciones y los españoles

Sí saben esas cosas que uno cree ya medio pasó, que bueno, superó? Ok.. me choca cuando una de esas cosas te llegan y te pasan por la cara y se ríen de tí como si fueras una gran imbecil al pensar que podías dejar atrás algo como eso.
Es tan ridículo, tan ridículo que cuando pasa te dan ganas de llorar del corage, y de la decepción.
Talvez no estoy diseñada para ser una gran persona a la que la gente quiere dos minutos después de conocerla. Creo que tampoco soy el tipo de persona que, bueno, sonríe demasiado, habla demasiado... simplemente estúpido de mi parte pensar que la gente cambia.
será para algo mejor, cada instante es para un bien mayor, auqnue nunca lo veamos por nosotros mismos.
Practicaré con mi espejo, o con un osito.



Pic @ DA: A conversation

Yo les creo

Robert Frost dijo:
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep
but I have promises to keep
and miles to go before I sleep"

Y Antoine de Saint Exupéry dijo:
"Je veux bien, répondit le petit prince, mais je n'ai pas beaucoup de temps.
J'ai des amis à découvrit et beaucoup de choses à connaître."

broken dolls

talvez cuando termine de temblar
y mis manos tengan fuerza para escribir
talvez haré un poema...

y cuando mi garganta deje de arder
por la miles de respuestas que no quisieras conocer
talvez te cantaré una canción...

y cuando mis pulmones puedan respirar
cuando se sientan seguros de inflarse como ayer
y que mis ojos dejen de tintinear
y los nervios en mi estomago dejen de brincar...

no sé que pasará, sólo sé que dejare de llorar.


Pic by: el tipo que tomó la de la falda que entra a la alberca, no me acuerdo... está por aquí.

"Define crazy..."

"I no longer know who I am, but I feel like the gosth of a total stranger" Buena no? no podía acordarme de donde era, estaba escrita con delineador atrás de un recibo del super. Ya supe, The rules of attraction, lo mejor que hizo James Van der Beek. Y no hizo mucho tons...
¿qué más?... no mucho, Shopgirl está linda, muy linda, aunque le dejaron muchos huecos del libro, no se podía esperar más. Y si estaban pensando ver Sueño Americano con la Talancón, háganse un favo y no la vean, que cosa tan triste¡¡ y a mi me gustan las películas malas pero ésta no tiene comparación.
Ayer fue noche de canciones, hace mucho mucho que no hacía una, con ayuda claro, pero terminada al fin y al cabo. No es muy buena, pero aguanta para que yo sola la escuche. =)
Bueno.. xoxo

Say It's Possible

Esta mujer está chistosísima, y bueno canta bien. Tiene una videos bastante graciosos, creo que ella cree que es presentadora de Tv, pero bueno, todos tenemos nuestras ilusiones... además, hay que reconocer el esfuerzo jeje.

A little story...

She looked at the plastic screen before her, a conversation opened up a cross her eyes while a blinking orange popped up in the blue.
As she read, she realized how the relationships in her life had never been stable. She had always been insecure about her actions, feeling like maybe she had kept her thoughts, her fears, her life too much to herself, and for such reason, no one had ever seen her completely.
It wasn’t fair to expect people to like her just because something inside had been breaking, they never had and things didn’t change by the simple thought of it, actions had to be taken in hands. But she just froze to the core when it came to trying, she had no idea of how to speak up; she never had.
She knew she wasn’t alone and still she felt alone and lonely, and scared. Frighten, actually. Petrified, terrified… She was scared she couldn’t make the deal, that she could just, break down and not be able to have this normal that she had gotten so used to. She was scared of losing the people she cared for because she just wasn’t able to be a girl and talk about the voices in her head.
She should have been ready for this happening; it was the only situation her general, un-conflicted life had thought her; after 15 years surrounded by girls she should know better than to deal with them. She felt intimidated by the girls in her group, and she knew this was silly; they were the only ones she had been able to really talk to, not just everyday conversation but real talk. She had loved them, they had shared. Maybe that was the problem, maybe there was no problem, maybe she was the problem. Most likely anyway.
Here’s the thing; she just couldn’t face the fact that if she didn’t overcome this she was going to be in like a lot, a lot of trouble. She knew that it would be hard, and that even if it was made in the most selfish form of expression, she had to make a change.
Because she didn’t want to be the talking to herself 20 years from now, and she didn’t want to be the girl that depends on a guy that forgets about other people for weeks at a time, and making friends sounded terrific, but absolutely unreliable for a plan.
The one and sole truth was terrible, human and completely expected; she was afraid, and this time, it really wasn’t going away.
This is what happened to the cherry!! She was such a good fruit, so quiet... @ deviant art.

Need a hug

Need a hug
Originally uploaded by RRRRabbit.

Can't talk, I tried I swear¡¡¡
It's just, I started thinking about all that happend this year, and the last, and .. I don¡t wnat next year to begin!!!!
Really, who's gonna save me when I can't even begin to talk about crap?
Any way...don't even know what to write here, Im in trouble.

I'm glad I took this trip...

I understand it now jaja, and really its actually funny¡¡¡¡ I 'll tell you all later its just, I can't find a way to write it dow with out sounding absolutly stupid¡¡¡ Just laugh and be happy for me, Smile a big Smileeeee =)

new songs¡¡ there is a band, new or old, no idea, but good I guess: The essex green. Thei're funny. Also, Jimmy eat the world- The world you love, soooo goood.

I may not say it to often but I love you people, xoxo.

Pic at Deviantart

Cherry

Pic at deviant art.

**You can't go hunting for true love. You have to realize that you are true love **

About dreams

I cant find my dreams. I lost them, misplace them, fucked 'em up. I just dont know! If any one has seen them, would you please let me know?
I always wanted to travel and now its silly. Going to Italy is just a trip. Boring. Washing an elephant is kinda gross and expensive.
I was looking for rental prices today and guess what? it cost a lot¡ of money.
What ells? mm I looked at a window today and didnt feel like jumping through it. Or going some where out side.
And, everything around me seems to yell that, you know, my whole family history takes me only to a failed place, as in every sense; women get divorce, man drink, people ends up with sugar issues or inside a mental institution. Or simply bitter to death.
I once gave a speech on the importance of dreams; second semester in Fran's class. I tottally made it up but the group cheered so I got an A. And I believed it.
Its just, all of the sudden, everything I ever wanted sounds stupid or impossible or simply, nothing. I dont know what I wanted in the first place and, I m really trying to find 'em.
I'll never write a book. I have nothing to write about and no idea on how to invent it.
I'll never write a movie; I suck when it comes to separating peoples thoughts.
Any way.. I guess I can live on memories and people's stories, maybe, this is what growing is.

I dont really like it

**Con un par de tacones puedo alcanzar las estrellas, aunque prefiero que me las bajen**El nick de alguien.