miércoles, 29 de febrero de 2012

i feel this way

When I ran I didn't feel like a runaway.
When I escaped I didn't feel like I got away.
There's more to living than only surviving
Maybe I'm not there, but I'm still trying

martes, 28 de febrero de 2012

Tattoo #1

Me gustaría tatuarme esto en la muñeca izquierda:

There's a thunder in our hearts

o algo como

There are thunders in our hearts

My very own personal post secret #3

100 años de soledad

Encadenada a Macondo sueño y frente a mi la vida pasa haciendo remolino de recuerdos...

Joel: I walked out, I walked out the door!
Clementine: Why?
Joel: I don’t know. I felt like I was a scared little kid, I was like… it was above my head, I don’t know.
Clementine: You were scared?
Joel: Yeah. I thought you knew that about me. I ran back to the bonfire, trying to outrun my humiliation.
Clementine: Was it something I said?
Joel: Yeah, you said “so go.” With such disdain, you know?


I think that was what happened to you, to us. We felt that way, You felt that way that's why you never come back to say goodbye, or to say "don't go".


Every day I repeat this to myself... (every day I know I'm lying)