C o m o q u e e s t o y m
u y e n a m o r a d a d e V O S
No es
nada fácil encarar una relación, ni es fácil encontrar la felicidad, pero si es
lo que realmente buscas, la vas a encontrar.
Pasa
tiempo hasta que llegas a conocer a la otra persona y a entenderse, y va a
haber peleas, discusiones, cortes, ‘tiempos’ y mas, pero a la larga todo se
soluciona, algún día se van a dar cuenta que es una pérdida de tiempo no amarse
cuando en verdad se aman, no?
Así que
si están confundidas, si están perdidas y no saben si es él correcto o no,
denle tiempo al tiempo, las cosas se acomodan o van a ser evidentes cuando no
es el chico adecuado.
A ser felices mujeres y no dejarse llevar por la amargura ♥
Met a boy, thought he was grand
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued
in a trap trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
He fucking hates me
trust
He fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and he tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away
He was king for about an hour
after that shit got sour
he took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no
In a trap trip I can't grip
never thought i'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
He fucking hates me
trust
he fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and he tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away
that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did he
now it's over and i'm glad
'cause i'm a fool for all i've said
He fucking hates me
trust
He fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and he tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away
la la la la la la la la la love
Trust
la la la la la la la la la love
Trust
and he tore my feelings like I had none
He fucking hates me
fell in love, found out first hand
went well for a week or two
then it all came unglued
in a trap trip I can't grip
never thought I'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
He fucking hates me
trust
He fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and he tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away
He was king for about an hour
after that shit got sour
he took all I ever had
no sign of guilt
no feeling of bad, no
In a trap trip I can't grip
never thought i'd be the one who'd slip
then I started to realize
I was living one big lie
He fucking hates me
trust
he fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and he tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away
that's my story, as you see
learned my lesson and so did he
now it's over and i'm glad
'cause i'm a fool for all i've said
He fucking hates me
trust
He fucking hates me
la la la love
I tried too hard
and he tore my feelings like I had none
and ripped them away
la la la la la la la la la love
Trust
la la la la la la la la la love
Trust
and he tore my feelings like I had none
He fucking hates me
Tattoos
Algunas personas creen que estoy loca, otras me apoyan, a otros le da lo mismo... pero ya dije, voy a terminar casi toda tatuada, y no podía salir menos de mi viejo metalero sensualmente tatuado (ya va por el nº34) . Y como hobby quiero ser tatuadora, seria GENIAL pero bueno, eso ya lo veo mas difícil, intentar claro que si lo voy a intentar ♥
Uds bloggers pensaron en tatuarse alguna vez ? yo tengo mil en la cabeza y me rió cuando los pienso por que no son pequeños son cosotas gigantes que ocupan gran espacio del cuerpo, pero bueno, tienen un significado también
Es una forma de arte
Uds bloggers pensaron en tatuarse alguna vez ? yo tengo mil en la cabeza y me rió cuando los pienso por que no son pequeños son cosotas gigantes que ocupan gran espacio del cuerpo, pero bueno, tienen un significado también
Es una forma de arte
Inspírense
Estoy escribiendo desde lo de mi novio, así que la inspiración y el amor están por todas partes acá pero no, no voy a ponerme a redactar mil cosas sobre sentimientos y blablabla, solo decir: que enamorada que estoy ! no puede ser mas lindo este pendejo, si lo vieran se derriten, pero no solo él es lindo, su forma de ser , todo, no se que tiene pero pienso quedármelo hasta que la vida se termine y quizás . practique necrofilia , bueno eso no.
No se, lo amo, y lo voy a amar siempre sin peleas ni cosas estúpidas que lo arruinen todo.
I'm the son of rage and
love
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careeeeee
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't careeeeeeeeee
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...
The Jesus of Suburbia
From the bible of none of the above
On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritalin
No one ever died for my sins in hell
As far as I can tell
At least the ones I got away with
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Get my television fix sitting on my crucifix
The living room or my private womb
While the moms and brads are away
To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else's cocaine
And there's nothing wrong with me
This is how I'm supposed to be
In a land of make believe
That don't believe in me
At the center of the Earth
In the parking lot
Of the 7-11 where I was taught
The motto was just a lie
It says home is where your heart is
But what a shame
Cause everyone's heart
Doesn't beat the same
It's beating out of time
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to care
I read the graffiti
In the bathroom stall
Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall
And so it seemed to confess
It didn't say much
But it only confirmed that
The center of the earth
Is the end of the world
And I could really care less
City of the dead
At the end of another lost highway
Signs misleading to nowhere
City of the damned
Lost children with dirty faces today
No one really seems to careeeeee
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't
I don't care if you don't care
I don't careeeeeeeeee
Everyone is so full of shit
Born and raised by hypocrites
Hearts recycled but never saved
From the cradle to the grave
We are the kids of war and peace
From Anaheim to the middle east
We are the stories and disciples
Of the Jesus of suburbia
Land of make believe
That don't believe in me
Land of make believe
And I don't believe
And I don't care!
I don't care! [x4]
Dearly beloved are you listening?
I can't remember a word that you were saying
Are we demented or am I disturbed?
The space that's in between insane and insecure
Oh therapy, can you please fill the void?
Am I retarded or am I just overjoyed
Nobody's perfect and I stand accused
For lack of a better word, and that's my best excuse
To live and not to breathe
Is to die In tragedy
To run, to run away
To find what you believe
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
I lost my faith to this
This town that don't exist
So I run
I run away
To the light of masochist
And I leave behind
This hurricane of fucking lies
And I walked this line
A million and one fucking times
But not this time
I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize
When there ain't nowhere you can go
Running away from pain
When you've been victimized
Tales from another broken home
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
You're leaving...
Ah you're leaving home...
Ya
no sé como demostrarte que TE AMO, que me interesa estar con vos, que tengo
planes a futuro con vos, por más loco que suene, si, me planto y quiero por fin
decidirme a estar con alguien a largo plazo y quién sabe si tener hijos o
casarme incluso con vos, porque me moves el piso y porque aunque estoy más
insegura que nunca a la vez estoy totalmente segura de que me enloqueces y de
que quiero vivir una vida con vos
Despedidas, fuckings despedidas.
Supongo que no soy la única pelotuda que tiene un amor a 'distancia' aunque a decir verdad comparado con otras parejas que conozco que si esta a una gran distancia el uno con el otro la mía es mínima por así decirlo, y lo que voy a decir a continuación no es solo en casos particulares como en anteriormente mencionado si no para cualquier caso en el que hay amor, supongo que si hay amor pasa eso, en fin la introducción continua con la pregunta que va a desenlazar el tema, no les duele a la hora de despedirse, separarse de su novio, esposo, amante o cualquier relación de tal tipo? no sienten la necesidad de alejarse rápido y decirle un 'chau' seco para no sufrir el pensar 'hasta mañana no lo veo' o 'hasta la otra semana no te veo' o aun peor 'hasta el mes que viene no te veo' o la mismísima muerte en algunos casos 'hasta las vacaciones siguientes no te veo', no sienten que deberían salir corriendo antes de como una idiota evitar dejar ir a esa persona? por que siempre sucede que nos quedamos mirándolo con una carita que les de 'debilidad' y rogarles cinco minutos mas , verdad? por que después viene ese periodo que todos odiamos en que extrañar mucho no esta bueno, no, no esta para nada bueno. A que voy con esto? creo que nos sucede a las mujeres, los hombres son mas fríos en esas cosas, en cuanto nosotras nos imaginamos números de segundos, minutos, horas y días que quedan dando vueltas por nuestra cabeza ellos nos saludaron y se dieron media vuelta para irse, por que mierda no se dan cuenta que no lo hacemos por que no los queremos, que prefieren? que los despidamos besándolos 'apasionadamente' para que uds se vayan y nosotras nos quedemos con esa sensación del beso, sufriendo hasta la próxima vez que volvamos a sentirnos así? no digo que no haya despedida por que es imposible a pesar de todo lo que requiere esa fuckin' despedida, no abrazar al otro con un 'hasta luego', pero podrían comprendernos si un día de esos no los saludamos como corresponde por el simple hecho de que sentimos tristeza, si señores, frustración, amargura, por que no queremos despedirlos queremos mas bien decirles 'hola' no 'byebye'.
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