What is it about midnight that changes everything?

Así, si voy

Trueque.

Sólo dame un pedazo de tu boca para que nunca olvide que me obsequiaste el cielo. Yo, a cambio, te doy un pedazo de mi corazón para que nunca olvides que te amé.

Blogger: Lunatica

De ideas, locuras.

MONCHANEL, Polyvore

Si tuviera que decir adiós, este sería mi outfit ideal. El vestido es impactante, sutilmente provocador  pero principalmente  imponente. Deja claro y expone un punto, una cuestion de seguridad y firmeza, vanidad y seducción sin traspasar la línea de lo revelador.

El adiós se llevaría a cabo en París o quiza Viena, cliché nada barato...

Melodrama, pasión, orgullo y estilo, mucho estilo.... Así imagino cada vez que digo adiós...

In attesa di ciò che non verrà

Forget me nots, second thoughts

Live in isolation

Heads or tales, fairy tales

In my mind, come on

Are we? We are, are we? We are the waiting, unknown

The rage and love, story of my life…

Are We Waiting, Green Day

Ce sera une longue nuit, infiniment dur et sans fin ...

Sin vuelo, ni cielo.

No tengo aire

No tengo calma, ni paz, ni cielo

Me falta el ayer

Me falta el verano y el invierno

Alma perdida sin vuelo

Gritos de esperanza

Gritos de dolor y mucho ardor

Gritos que se ahogan...
Gritos que no se pierden.

Il tempo rallenta in momenti duri

Rotto, in pezzi
Ho a malapena a reggersi

My best friend tried to kill herself... for the second time.

She has depression and usually she has to take regular strong pills. She was getting better; it almost was as if it never happened. But things change; they have to, don't they? They say we have to follow our path and that time is just an ally of our destiny, but why is it so scary to some people, why it has to be my best friend.

She has been there for me since ever. She is the one person who knows me entirely, all my qualities, all my freaky-goofy ways, all my flaws that even she thinks they are cute and make me human and tender...

Why does she want to leave me? Why? She knows I need her sooooo bad, she's the one I call at 4:00AM when my only problem was that I couldn't open the JIM jar for my peanut butter sandwich. You know those moments in life when everything seems so strange and you are the newbie and you feel you can't possibly ever fit in... and then just in those seconds one girl snaps into 'ur face and make you realize that you have everything and you don't need to fit in 'cause you are already a winner & winners don't need to fit in, its the other way around... well, my best friend is that kinda girl; The girl who inspires you to be the best you can be (mainly because you don't want to look bad in front of her or disappoint her...)

I can't see her, she is in the hospital and only her parents are allow visiting her... Her parents blame me and another friend for what happened. I know it's not our fault, but why it feels it is my fault.... I should had known better, I should had done something... even when I didn't knew what was happening... I felt something weird and I didn't question why. I just, let it slip away...

I feel broken, pain, I want to stop crying but I can't... and the only thing that I thought could make me feel better was to write about it... but it only made it worst...

I want to see her, I want to snap at her and make things better for her... I want her back; I want my best friend back again...

Monday Monday Monday, It's Monday (The new song by Rebecca Black written on a Monday... jkg LOL!!!)

Yeah it's Monday, the beginning of a new week. I don't know if I should be happy about it or just sad the weekend is over to soon. But what it does seem fair, is to  acknowledge that its almost Friday again!!! :D Just 4 1/2 days to go through. I can do this!

# 000

Instructions:
101 Goals to set and achieve in 1001 days
Gold Rule:
Be true to myself all the way
Goal # 000:

Daydreaming

That sublime moment when reality seems so far away and your own words don't seem to have a sound. There in the depth of your dreams, your thoughts become more tangible; almost vivid, intense full of color and touch. He has a face, a face you see to well in that illusion of smoke. You translate all your inner desires, unaware of them, you picture the moment. A slow, mechanical, graphic moment that is almost to real to believe it didn't happen...

Sometimes, I think I live only in dreams and when I am awake I sleep to deep to really feel...

Against my... reason?

Am I supposed to be impressed by 'ur ability of camouflage?

Oh!!! I get it now I am supposed to feel pity about myself for not being able to play by the rules without being burnt along the way…

Does that seem a little more realistic? I don’t think so.

I still wanna believe that you were real, at least real with me. That you cared, that you still care if I am still alive. Are you?

I might be death, as long you concern; my drama side had to made a point here.

I might, but what is for sure, I am vanished from your life. You left me out.

Easy as it came, easy as it, you took it away.

And, even though all, I don't hold a grudge.

I will keep this sweet innocent image of yours that I will fight to protect against the odds and against my reason and logic as well...