Broken strings

Let me hold you
For the last time
It's the last chance to feel again
But you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you,
It's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking,
It's the voice of someone else

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh the truth hurts
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Oh what are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

Running back through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late

Oh it tears me up
I try to hold on, but it hurts too much
I try to forgive, but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell something that ain't real

Well the truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire
When there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train
When we both know it's too late

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real

Well truth hurts,
And lies worse
How can I give anymore
When I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again

Uvi ♥

Feliz cumpleaños uvita linda, te amo taaaanto ♥

Marin ♥

Feliz cumpleaños mamá sexy, te amo!

En blanco

No se me ocurre ni un bendito texto coherente; estoy en blanco. Quiero salir. Quiero comer patitas de pollo y no hay ni eso ni ketchup en casa. OK. Me encantaría que por milagro aprovara la prueba de matemática.
Dos interrogantes: o bien tengo razón y me está volviendo loca, o soy yo la loca que se complica sola la existencia. Sigo creyendo en la última... aunque no me vendría mal una aclaración del cielo, PUF.

We're never gonna survive unless, we get a little crazy

Es increíble como en un instante te puede cambiar la vida.

Siempre tuve un defecto, no sé decir que no.

A ver si empezamos a hacer las cosas bien, Belén.

Shut the fuck up, please

Me tienen re podridaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

HI-5

(a buen entendedor, pocas palabras)

Memories

“You see, we are here, as far as I can tell, to help each other; our brothers, our sisters, our friends, our enemies. That is to help each other and not hurt each other. And sometimes to help them we have got to help ourselves."

Stevie Ray Vaughan

Un grande que me recuerda los mejores momentos de mi infancia.
♥.

El sábado del anterior

El viernes del anterior

Anginas. Benditas anginas. Desde el miércoles que no asomo la nariz ni al patio, que no como debidamente, que la fiebre no baja y que el dolor de cabeza no cesa. Pasó el domingo de Pascuas, ¡y no comí ni un sólo gramo de chocolate! Ya me sé de memoria todos los canales de tv, todos lo programas, series y películas; creo que sólo me faltó ver esos culebrones latinoamericanos... pero paso. Ni siquiera tengo un buen libro a mano para leer. En pocas palabras: me aburre mu-chí-si-mo estar enferma.

Storybook endings, fairy tales coming true. Deep down inside we want to believe they still do. In our secretest heart, it's our favorite part of the story. Let's just admit we all want to make it too.

Barba ♥

Feliz cumpleaños barbicinho, te quiero muchísimoooooo!

Juan ♥

Feliz cumpleaños chanecito, sos el más lindo y te amo muchoooooo. Gracias por las mañanas más divertidas ♥