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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm: 09.2009
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God save the queen. It's been ages since I haven't written anything here. I don't know why, I feel more like writing in Spanish lately, though most of the times I could express myself better in English. At least my feelings. I don't really feel like writing, but at this moment I just feel like posting these lyrics. There's no man alive that I can deceive. So give me man who's crueler than me. There's no man alive that I can destroy. So give me man who'll be first to deploy. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm: 01.2011
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One breath, one word. May end or may start. A hope in a place. Of the lover's heart. Without you there would be no reason to ever come back here. And yet you are the light in my grey Barcelona. Just put me inside you. I will never ever leave. How useless is to say the things I am going to do, and never will. This year, above all the last months, have changed me beyond words. I am unsteady inside myself, but heading towards tranquility and happiness. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Me, myself and I.
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm: 02.2011
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A catch in my throat. I don't want to be this. I won't let this build up inside of me. Why is it that I can only cry for you in my dreams? I whimper. I sigh. I feel this knot in my throat. But it's only in my dreams where I cry, and when I wake up I still have these dry eyes of mine. Sometimes it's hard. It's just sometimes. But when it is, it's so hard. So hard. How can I save you from the things that I've been? I cannot deny the past is written in my face. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Me, myself and I.
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm: 11.2010
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Today has been one of the most especial days since I'm here, receiving pieces of the things I left behind when coming here are priceless. A book signed by Somoza. A package full of the food I eat in Christmas when I'm in Santander and a shirt that smells like home. I feel like crying of happiness. Súbitamente alzado gritó: «¿Cómo has dicho? 191;Es que entonces ya no vive? 191;No hiere ya sus ojos la dulce luz del día? Oh, please, do something. I have to change the display of the blog, by the way. Súbitam...
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm: 12.2010
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Please. Please. Disappear. I think I've never felt so touched with a song for a very, very, very long time. In the end I'll always be the most wayward of all. And still the beauty of the UK puzzles me. I want to play Final Fantasy VII again. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Me, myself and I. View my complete profile. Filthy Victorian's bookshelf: read. More of Filthy Victorian's books ». Please. Please. Disappear. In the end Ill always be the most wayward of all. And still the beauty of the UK puzzles me.
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm: 06.2009
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One more and I'll be free. Turning tricks with absent guile. Reeling in your crooked smile. Why did I turn to you? I only wanted a hand to pour my heart into. And now I'll bump my grind through another night. Lose my mind in another fight. Why did I turn to you? I only gave you a chance to prove the rumors true. And now I'm paying with my. Paying with my life. I'm paying with my life. So let the record show. That you murdered me. In your coldest blood. With your own two hands. It happens every day. But w...
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm
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The lump in my throat hurts so much it does not anymore. Sometimes you stand between me and reality, and all I see is a windowpane stained with the dirt of fear and regret. And I cannot see anything else, or I forget if I do. And if I try to touch the glass I can feel the breaks in it, cutting my fingertips yet I don't feel anything. That is the problem. I wonder if I will ever be able to raise my head and look up without hitting my head with the wooden lid. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm: 02.2010
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Oh God. I've been writing for one hour and a half and I feel like it has been just five minutes. I love it. I am back among the thorns, for here is where I belong. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Me, myself and I. View my complete profile. Filthy Victorian's bookshelf: read. More of Filthy Victorian's books ». Oh God. Ive been writing for one hour and a half . A rosebush of ideas. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Reconocimiento-No comercial-Sin obras derivadas 3.0 Unported License.
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm
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Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Me, myself and I. Paranoid. Social. Antisocial. Moody. Critical. Original. Imaginative. Stupid. Proud. Adicted. Changeable. Blunt. Inteligent. Shy. Depressive. Freak. Nosy. Fussy. Impatient. Proudly Gay. Tender. Honest. Sincere. Loyal. Wayward. Dirty-minded. View my complete profile. Filthy Victorian's bookshelf: read. More of Filthy Victorian's books ». I will not give up. One breath, one word may end or may start a hope i. A rosebush of ideas.
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Must be strangely exciting to watch the stoic squirm: 12.2009
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God, I've never been so bloody committed. I will go rolling fast,. Arms out in the rain,. Feel momentum building 'til. I lift off ground like an airplane. Love ties you down to the pain. A billion eyes are watching, fossilized. They see what remains. 9834;: remains - maurissa tancharoen and jed whedon. I don't like my writing anymore, I feel like I have to learn from the very basis of literature, and I want to tattoo myself, to feel the pain and realize that now I have the power over myself again. Parano...
