July 21st, 2015 It might be the wine, it might be the rain, the lightning, the thunder, the ancient architecture surrounding this city… it might be everything and it might be nothing at all. I wish I could say it was myself alone who has grown to not care, I wish I could say it’s … More Under the Influence Post #2
I’m known to be a person who generally denies to have her photo taken, whenever I oblige I do it reluctantly, cross my fingers and hope for the best. Usually I’m unsatisfied with the result: the angle is awkward, my face looks too round, I look like a thirteen-year-old, the lighting suddenly revealed how much … More Selfies, for Myself
No quiero. No lo acepto. Nunca quise. No lo haré. No me dejaré. No lo creo.
Ingredients: 4 cups of Tears 15 mins. of Quiet Sobs 2 tbsp of Slight Shaking 3/4 cups of Sadness 3/4 cups of Emotional Stress 3 tsp of Frustration 1 Broken Heart The full list of ingredients from the recipe of your choice (personally, I like to make chocolate chip cookies)
Pets. Some of us have one, or two, or three, and some of us don’t have any at all. In any case we adore them, we spoil them and we take them everywhere with us when we can. However when taking a trip many kilometers away from home and for more than just the weekend, … More That One Time I left My Cat at my Mom’s
5:20 PM, miércoles. Este es un parque de espera, todos esperamos. A personas o a el tiempo, todos esperamos a que alguien llegue o que pase el tiempo. Nadie viene con propósito o con esperanza de lograr algo. Nadie se levantó pensando en venir aquí para disfrutar de su existencia. Nadie se imagino hoy que en … More El Parque
Research question: How much of the 60s are implanted into Bob Dylan’s lyrics in the song ‘Tombstone Blues’ and how are they a good example for understanding the his feel towards that time.
I don’t remember how it started, or how I made contact or why they even made contact with me, but I remember they trusted me. I don’t even remember how we communicated, but I am very sure we did communicate and had some sort of conversation. English? Spanish? I’m not sure what we spoke, but … More They Were My Friends
March 8th, 2013 We were both twenty one, and mostly in love. We doubted eachother, as we all do in the beginning, but something about our low self esteem nurtured our disbelief in the trueness of our care and desire for eachother, and it only died slowly once we began to share more than 4 … More Under the Influence Post #1
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