febrero 23, 2012

Twinkle, twinkle, little whore, close your legs, they're not a door.

febrero 21, 2012

I am going to hell in every religion.

febrero 20, 2012

The only thing that will be there for you when you fall, will be the ground.

febrero 19, 2012

febrero 16, 2012

Adore.

I don't mean to run, but every time you come around I feel more alive than ever. And I guess it's too much, maybe we're too young and I don't even know what's real, but I know I never wanted anything so bad; I've never wanted anyone so bad.

febrero 15, 2012

The pretender.

What if I say I am not like the others? What if I say I am not just another one of your plays? You are the pretender, what if I say that I'll never surrender?

febrero 14, 2012

Valentine's day, you can suck it one more time.

febrero 13, 2012

febrero 12, 2012

As long as we both shall live.

febrero 11, 2012

Prepare for trouble; make it double.

febrero 10, 2012

Encontrarte en algún lugar aunque sea muy tarde. Tantos odios para curar, tanto amor descartable. Escucharte a mi lado hablar aunque estemos distantes, es el mundo tan poco sensual que no puedo aliviarme. Vos sos mi obsesión, quisiera atraparte. Vos sos mi destrucción, no puedo dejar de pensar que tengo que ordenar esta confusión, quiero estar libre para un nuevo amor.

febrero 09, 2012

febrero 08, 2012

You may worth the fight,
but I can't fight forever.

febrero 07, 2012

FUCK GOD, BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.

febrero 06, 2012

Si creo que todo puede cambiar, cómo no voy a esperarte?

febrero 05, 2012

Laugh as much as you breathe.
Love as long as you live.

febrero 04, 2012

Si no hay amor, que no haya nada entonces.

febrero 03, 2012

If I say I love you,
can I keep you forever?

febrero 01, 2012

505

I'm going back to 505, if it's a 7 hour flight or a 45 minute drive. In my imagination you're waiting lying on your side, with your hands between your thighs.
Stop and wait a sec, when you look at me like that my darling, what did you expect? I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck, or I did last time I checked.
Not shy of a spark, A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark, frightened by the bite though its no harsher than the bark. Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start.
But I crumble completely when you cry, it seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye. I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise, take my hands off of your eyes too soon.