Hell-o.

Hell-o.
Hello, i love you; will you tell me your name?.
Hello, i'm good-for-nothing, will you love me just the same?.

La.

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lunes, junio 14, 2010

Lunes

OK, NO LLOVÍA. Si digo que me mojé es poco, justo el día que se me ocurre no llevar campera y haber hecho un trillón de planes. Espero que tu tatuaje quede mínimamente HERMOSO Camilaaaaaa. Para colmo tengo solamente media hora para esperar a que el almuerzo este listo, devorarlo y salir corriendo a voley. 
Los odio a todos. 
y a vos más.
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i'm not asking to go dancing i'm not that dumb anymore
its exhausting to keep smiling when your toes are bleeding through the floor
its a gory sort of story that's been told a million times before
don't be sorry just ignore me because honestly
i'm too sore from fitting exactly to ride into setting suns aching to stand on my own two feet
how many wishes do i still have left to fix the way it ends?
how many princes will it take to put a girl like this back together again?
how many instances can you point out where i was less than kind?
how many happy endings do you need to change your fucking mind?
& how much time do we have left before it's midnight?





i'd walk through hell for u.