tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-790126777874136002024-02-07T03:10:46.467-08:00todas mis miserias ya las conoces !but i`m forever missing him.Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comBlogger785125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-49766531013968676282016-07-03T18:44:00.003-07:002016-07-03T18:44:44.927-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>Didn't you flash your green eyes at me? Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds? ♥</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">IT'S ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND. </span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-78481195280251436782016-07-03T18:35:00.000-07:002016-07-03T18:35:33.919-07:00<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Tengo ganas de escribir. Escribir sobre un chico y una chica, que se conocen en un contexto totalmente inesperado y que al principio se son indiferentes el uno con el otro. Quiero describir el momento preciso en el que ella se da cuenta, de que su manera de mirarlo cambió radicalmente. Quiero contar como después de ese "incidente", la manera en la que el se reía comenzó a sonar diferente. Antes era vacía, casi se sentía fingida pero ahora, era espontanea, contagiosa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ahora todo era distinto. Estaba tan emocionada sobre este chico, que todo lo que hacían era emocionante. Cada encuentro requería de una dosis de adrenalina, a la cuál ya se había desacostumbrado.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Primero pensó que todo estaba en su mente ( y quizás lo esté), pero de una forma u otra sentía que la realidad empezaba a jugar para su equipo.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">¿Era ella una conformista o los planetas, realmente, se habían alineado?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Bueno, sino daba el primer paso nunca lo iba a saber.</span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-53717610940832279562016-04-25T13:39:00.000-07:002016-04-25T13:39:15.337-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqf3TjRzEK_xdABSTRsK0Ra0pQbDjQFQk8bj5Uup7gQgwLCs_e7Bse1KiyefmBf1OXBFmKAX_7DcQj3a_l5LTJAXuNVkvdhdElPjaAaMOSi4a0yYXZsNRPBPwy6z0IXRe_iXx1cWyyAow/s1600/12321446_10206346076830866_5877869495513799864_n.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqf3TjRzEK_xdABSTRsK0Ra0pQbDjQFQk8bj5Uup7gQgwLCs_e7Bse1KiyefmBf1OXBFmKAX_7DcQj3a_l5LTJAXuNVkvdhdElPjaAaMOSi4a0yYXZsNRPBPwy6z0IXRe_iXx1cWyyAow/s640/12321446_10206346076830866_5877869495513799864_n.jpg" width="640" /></a>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-22626581525592950072014-09-23T19:03:00.000-07:002014-09-23T19:03:44.660-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Edmund Burke dijo que todo lo que necesitan las fuerzas del mal, para triunfar, es que los buenos hombres y las buenas mujeres <strike>no hagan nada</strike>. En el nerviosismo por mi discurso y en mi momento de duda, me dije a mi misma:<b> si no soy yo, quien?</b> <i>Si no es ahora, cuando?</i><b><span style="color: #ea9999;"> Vos tenes la oportunidad aqui</span></b>. Si crees en la igualdad, te imploro: tenemos que esforzarnos por un mundo unido, pero las buenas noticias es que nosotros tenemos una plataforma. y es llamado "el por ella". <span style="color: #93c47d;"><b>te invito a que des un paso adelante, para que veas </b></span>y te preguntes a vos mismo: si no soy yo, quien? Si no es ahora, cuando? </span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-13874068661774502492014-09-09T17:26:00.000-07:002014-09-09T17:26:33.253-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white;">They say </span><span style="background-color: #b4a7d6;"><span style="color: #ffd966;"><b>you are too young to love you</b></span></span><span style="background-color: white;">, t</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">hey say I'm <i><strike>too dumb</strike></i> to see. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">They judge me like a picture book b</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">y the colors, like <b>they forgot to read</b>. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">I think <span style="color: #e69138;"><i>we're like fire and water</i></span>, i </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">think we're like the <b><span style="color: #e06666;">w i n d</span></b> and <span style="color: #45818e;"><b>s e a</b></span>. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">You're burning up, I'm cooling down, y</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">ou're up, I'm down,<strike> y</strike></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;"><strike>ou're blind</strike>, <u>I see</u> </span><span style="background-color: #a2c4c9;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">b</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">ut I'm free</span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, Arial; text-align: center;">I'M FREE.</span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-3371669073513660562014-08-05T13:41:00.002-07:002014-08-05T13:41:29.024-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Los amo con todo mi corazón, amo McBUSTED, pero ustedes son mis bebis y los extraño <span style="color: #e06666;">♥</span> <span style="color: #0b5394;">#11yearsMcFLY</span></span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-2383519708974541282014-08-05T13:33:00.000-07:002014-08-05T13:35:03.621-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-83431859104200198522014-07-25T18:52:00.004-07:002014-07-25T18:52:57.834-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">Sobre este chico. Creo que<b> crecemos pensando que el único amor que cuenta como verdadero es el del tipo, que dura para siempre</b> o esta completamente idealizado. Cuando tienes el corazón roto, lo primero que un extraño te pr</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; display: inline; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;">eguntara es " cuanto tiempo estuvieron ustedes dos juntos?" <i>Como si tu dolor pudiera ser determinado por el tiempo que pasas con alguien</i>. O como si hubieras estado con ellos, en lo absoluto. yo no creo que sea así como funciona.</span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"> Creo que el amor no correspondido es tan valido, como cualquier otro</span></span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><span style="color: #37404e;">. Es igual de aplastante y emocionante. No importa que es lo que pasa en esta situación, yo quiero que recuerdes que lo que estas haciendo no es para nada egoísta, es hermoso y amable. </span><b><span style="color: #e06666;">Estas amando a alguien, puramente porque lo amas</span></b><span style="color: #37404e;">, no porque pienses que tus sentimientos serán correspondidos. </span><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Estas admirando algo, por su belleza, sin necesidad de poseerlo</span></b><span style="color: #37404e;">. Siéntete bien por ser el tipo de persona que ama desinteresadamente. Pienso que algún día, vas a encontrar a alguien, que te ame exactamente de la misma manera<b>♡</b>.</span></span></span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-70937259662617016612014-07-07T14:11:00.000-07:002014-07-07T14:12:42.111-07:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;">and </span><br />
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Recuerdo Sudáfrica 2010, con mucho dolor & aparte, fue una de mis épocas mas botineras, pero les dije que<i> los amo</i> (a la mayoría de ustedes) & les tengo fe, como siempre ? Bueno, se los digo ahora: <span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>MUCHA MIERDA</b></span>. & si me van a <span style="color: #351c75;"><strike>romper el corazón</strike></span>, háganlo con piedad, please.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">BRA</span><span style="color: #cccccc;">S</span><span style="color: #f1c232;">IL</span><span style="color: #cccccc;"> 2</span><span style="color: #0b5394;">014</span>, BASANTA TRAE ALFAJORES. </b></span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-54317939985554547142014-05-16T18:37:00.000-07:002014-07-07T14:05:43.069-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-15562146608568249582014-03-31T19:25:00.003-07:002014-03-31T19:25:59.234-07:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;">“</span><span class="quote" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: georgia, serif; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;"><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"><b>I’m not different.</b></span></span><span class="quote" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0); box-sizing: border-box; line-height: 21px; outline: none 0px; text-rendering: optimizelegibility;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"> I’m not arty like everyone says who doesn’t know me, I don’t paint, I can’t draw, I play no instrument, I can’t sing. I’m not in plays, I wanted to say, I don’t write poems. I can’t dance except tipsy at dances. I’m not athletic, I’m not a goth or a cheerleader, I’m not treasurer or co-captain. I’m not gay and out and proud, I’m not that kid from Sri Lanka, not a triplet, a prep, a drunk, a genius, a hippie, a Christian, a slut, not even one of those super-Jewish girls with a yarmulke gang wishing everyone a happy Sukkoth. </span><b style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #93c47d;">I’m not anything</span></b><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 16px;">, this is what I realized to Al crying with my hands dropping the petals but holding this too tight to let go. </span><span style="background-color: #6fa8dc; font-size: 16px;"><span style="color: #ffd966; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I like movies, everyone knows I do—I love them—but I will never be in charge of one because my ideas are stupid and wrong in my head. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">There’s nothing different about that, nothing fascinating, interesting, worth looking at. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>I have bad hair and stupid eyes</i></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. I have a body that’s nothing. </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;"><strike>I’m too fat and my mouth is idiotic ugly</strike></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. My clothes are a joke, </span><span style="color: #741b47; font-family: georgia, serif;"><b style="background-color: #f4cccc;">my jokes are desperate and complicated and nobody else laughs</b></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. I talk like a moron, I can’t say one thing to talk to people that makes them like me, I just babble and sputter like a drinking fountain broken. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="color: #343434;">My mother hates me, </span><b><span style="color: #e69138;">I can’t please her</span></b></i></span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. <b>My dad <strike>never</strike> calls and <span style="font-size: x-small;">then calls at the wrong time</span></b> and sends big gifts or nothing, and all of it makes me scowl at him, and he named me Minerva. </span><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>I talk shit about everybody</b></span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;"> and then sulk when they don’t call me, my friends fall away like I’ve dropped them out of an airplane, my ex-boyfriend thinks I’m Hitler when he sees me. I scratch at places on my body, </span><strike style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><b>I sweat everywhere</b></strike><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">, my arms, the way I clumsy around dropping things, my average grades and stupid interests, bad breath, pants tight in back, my neck too long or something.</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><b> <span style="color: #e06666;">I’m sneaky and get caught</span><span style="color: #343434;">, </span><span style="color: #f6b26b;">I’m snobby and faking it</span><span style="color: #343434;">, </span><span style="color: #ffd966;">I agree with liars</span><span style="color: #343434;">, </span><span style="color: #93c47d;">I say whatnot and think that’s some clever thing</span></b></span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. </span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have to <u>be watched when I cook</u> so I don’t burn it down</span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. I can’t run four blocks or fold a sweater. I make out like an imbecile, I fool around foolishly, I lost my virginity and couldn’t even do that right, agreeing to it and getting sad and annoying afterward, clinging to a boy everyone knows is a jerk bastard asshole prick, loving him like I’m fucking twelve and learning the whole of life from a smiley magazine. </span><b style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="color: #741b47;">I love like a fool, like a Z-grade off-brand romantic comedy</span></b><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">, a loon in too much makeup saying things in an awkward script to a handsome man with his own canceled comedy show. </span><i style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">I’m not a romantic</i><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">, I’m a half-wit. </span><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;">Only stupid people would think I’m smart</span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. I’m not something anyone should know. I’m a lunatic wandering around for scraps, I’m like every single miserable moron I’ve scorned and pretended I didn’t recognize. I’m all of them, every last ugly thing in a bad last-minute costume. </span><b><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’m not different, not at all, not different from any other speck of a thing.</span></b><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;"> <strike>I’m a blemished blemish</strike>, </span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>a ruined ruin</b></span><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">, a stained wreck so failed I can’t see what I used to be. I’m nothing, not a single thing. The only particle I had, the only tiny thing raising me up, is that</span><strike style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;"> I was Ed Slaterton’s girlfriend</strike><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">, </span><b><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #343434;">loved by you</span><i style="color: #343434;"> for like ten secs</i><span style="color: #343434;">, and who cares, so what, and </span><span style="color: #999999;">not anymore</span><span style="color: #343434;"> so how embarrassing for me</span></span></b><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. How wrong to think I was anyone else, like thinking grass stains make you a beautiful view, like getting kissed makes you kissable, like feeling warm makes you coffee, like liking movies makes you a director. </span><i style="font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="color: #134f5c;">How utterly incorrect to think it any other way, a box of crap is treasures, <b>a boy smiling means it</b>, a gentle moment is a life improved</span></i><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. It’s not, it isn’t, catastrophic to think so, a pudgy toddler in a living room dreaming of ballerinas, a girl in bed star-eyed over Never by Candlelight, a nut thinking she is loved following a stranger in the street. There is not a movie star walking by, is what I know now, don’t follow her thinking so, don’t be ridiculously wrong and dream of an eighty-ninth birthday party celebrating feebleminded smattering ignorance. It’s gone. She died a long time ago, is the real truth of what slayed me in my chest and head and hands forever. </span><u style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">There are no stars in my life</u><span style="color: #343434; font-family: georgia, serif;">. When Al dropped me home, exhausted and raw, to climb out over the garage and realize it all over again crying alone, there weren’t even stars in the sky. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #343434;">The last of the matches was the only light, all I had, and then those, those you gave me </span><strike style="color: #343434;">you bastard</strike><span style="color: #343434;">, those </span><i><span style="color: #cccccc;">were dead</span></i><span style="color: #343434;"> and nothing too.</span></b></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #343434; font-size: 16px; line-height: 21px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>”</b></span></span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-67860279558613689692014-01-27T21:37:00.000-08:002014-01-27T21:37:00.416-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-87520623495683971432014-01-10T19:16:00.001-08:002014-01-10T19:16:03.485-08:00<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">Abby touched her palm to my cheek. "You know what, Mr Maddox?"</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">"What, baby?"</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">Her expression turned serious. <b>"In <strike>another</strike> life, I could love you."</b></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;"><span style="color: #37404e;">I watched her for a moment. {...} She was </span><i><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><strike>drunk</strike></span></i><span style="color: #37404e;">, but just for a moment it didn't seem wrong to pretend that she meant it.</span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><span style="color: #37404e;">"I might </span><span style="color: #ea9999;">love you</span><span style="color: #37404e;"> in t h i s <i>one</i>."</span></b></span></span><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #37404e; font-size: large; line-height: 18px;">— Walking Disaster.</span></span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-62396049931935095012013-11-22T10:42:00.000-08:002013-11-22T10:42:38.020-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-91470962332555877012013-11-22T10:30:00.001-08:002013-11-22T10:30:26.224-08:00<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>IF I GAVE IT ALL TO SOMEONE ELSE INSTEAD, WOULD YOU PACK YOUR BAGS AND GET OUT OF MY HEAD?</b></span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-74128229492616734522013-10-20T20:52:00.000-07:002013-10-20T20:52:34.442-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bueno, ya que estamos hablemos de como ayer fuimos con las chicas a ver a Lucas, Grego y Gonza, de como nos cagamos de la risa, de como Luqui tiene novia y encima hoy puso la relación en face, de como transformo algo que me gusta en una obsesión fangirlera, de como #Pendejos estuvo GENIAL. De como le decían provinciano a Gonza, y pajero a Grego y pito corto a Luqui; de las canciones, del triangulo, de 'este es el ala este, este es el ala oeste', de 'nicooooooooo mañana tengo que limpiar la canaleta' y del '<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">No es tan chiquito es una medida normal, en países de Asia 10 centímetros es una medida estándar' o algo así. </span></span><br />
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¿<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Podemos hablar de como tengo tu numero de celular, y de como vos nos llevaste las entradas y me miraste y me saludaste, y te reíste cuando dije que te estábamos cagando diez pesos y de como no sabías cuanto era 5x6 y de como, cuando te pedí una foto dijiste 'me hubieran avisado y me venía más lindo, la puta madre', y de como nos sacamos dos fotos y de como me abrazaste y como apoyaste tu cabeza y de como me dijiste cuidate y me diste un beso y a las demás no? ¿podemos lucas? G r o s o de la vida♥</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Voy a dejar esto acá, porque las pajeras como yo, ante todo estamos muy orgullosas de todo lo que logramos. (y digamos que no lo mencione y me faveó, así que soy muy feliz, aunque me siento humillada, un poco.)</span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-71504674561915759322013-08-10T21:11:00.002-07:002013-08-10T21:11:23.620-07:00<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">I'M ONLY <strike>LEFT</strike> WITH USED'S-TO-BE AND <span style="color: #4c1130;">ONCE</span> <span style="color: #20124d;">UPON</span><span style="color: #0c343d;"> A</span> <span style="color: #38761d;">SONG</span>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I thought you felt it too, when there was me and you.</span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79012677787413600.post-30387275507014517932013-08-10T21:06:00.003-07:002013-08-10T21:06:41.244-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Look at you, look at me, look at who <i>we could be</i>. I wonder why, who you are, what you want from the stars. And <b>EVERYTIME I LOOK AT YOU I CAN HARDLY SAY THING</b>, my heart start to spin and hits me then <span style="color: #ea9999;"><strike>I love you</strike></span>. And everytime <span style="background-color: #93c47d;"><span style="color: #f9cb9c;"><b>YOU LOOK AT ME</b></span></span> I could <span style="color: #351c75;">go c r a z y</span> but i don't say it but I won't , cause I'd rather be ALONE than LOSE YOU. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79;">AND ALL I REALLY WANNA DO IS BE NEXT TO YOU BUT I'M TOO TIRED TO FIGHT </span></b>and I could tell you now, but baby <u>nevermind</u>. </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">All the time, <b>e v e r y d a y</b>, there's nothing I could do baby, <i><span style="color: #cc0000;">to make you go away</span></i>, so look at you and look at me, look at who we could be and <span style="background-color: #a64d79;"><span style="color: white;"><b>eveytime I look at you I can h a r d l y say a thing</b></span></span>, my heart start to spin and hits me then I LOVE YOU. And everytime <strike>you look at me</strike> <span style="color: #e69138;">I COULD GO CRAZY</span>, but I don't say it, but I won't cause I'd rather be alone than lose you. And all I really wanna do is be next to you but <span style="color: #45818e;"><b>I'm too t i r e d to fight</b></span> and I could tell you now but baby nevermind. All I really wanna say is I NEED YOU, But <b>how could you u n d e r s t a n d</b>, what happens if you turn away and everything turns blue and gray, and <span style="color: #6aa84f;">I just wish I told you NEVERMIND</span>. And I could tell you now, but baby <strike>nevermind</strike>.</span>Floor ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/15682060629719512035noreply@blogger.com