Total eclipse of the heart

 Every now and then I get a 
little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears 
Turnaround, Every now and then I get a 
little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by 

love and other drugs

Sometimes the things you want the most don't happen and what you least expect happens. I don't know - you meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever. 

I feel pretty/unpretty

I wish I could tie you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who’s inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today

My outsides are cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I’m just trippin’

You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up that mac can make
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out who am I too
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty

I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and bright

Never insecure until I met you
Now I’m being stupid
I used to be so cute to me
Just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things
To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you
And then I’ll get back to me

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
Keep on trippin’

You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make-up that mac can make
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out who am I to
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty

I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and bright
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight

Oh oh oh oh oh (Tonight)
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh (Tonight)
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh (Tonight)
Oh oh oh oh oh

I feel pretty
Oh so pretty
I feel pretty and witty and bright
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out who am I to
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unprettyy

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every teardrop is a waterfall

are we human or are we dancer?

My sign is vital, my hands are cold.

probando photoshop

bueno, estoy aprendiendo, les dejo estas que las edité recién

RIP AMY

american dad sabe

Muerte en Hawaii

Please don't leave me

I don't know if I can yell any louder
How many times have I kicked you out of here?
Or said something insulting?
I can be so mean when I wanna be
I am capable of really anything
I can cut you into pieces
But my heart is....broken

Please don't leave me
Please don't leave me
I always say how I don't need you
But it's always gonna come right back to this
Please, don't leave me

glee project-firework

Isn't she lovely?

For good

Because I knew you, I've been changed for good

Ama a quien llora por ti

no te importo nada

pero algún día caerás a mí

por eso no llores por quien no te ama

ama a quien llora por ti

feliz día best

You make it easier when life gets hard

because

Because the sky is blue, it makes me cry 

mejores 10 años

adele

Pooh

wtf

hp

bad rep

I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION

I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION

I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT MY BAD REPUTATION

te odio

No sé qué escribir, pero sé que tenía que escribir algo porque iba a explotar si no.
Me doy cuenta últimamente de que las redes sociales son muy perjudiciales para mí, en general.
Les cuento por qué : veo cosas que no debería/querría, me entero de cosas que no tengo por qué enterarme, me obsesiono con cosas que no me incumben, me deprimo porque los demás OBVIAMENTE tienen un vida muchísimo más interesante y linda que la mía. Porque veo cómo toda esa manada de perras le firma el muro y a mí no me puede responder un fucking mensaje privado que le mandé el viernes, pero a ellas sí, a ellas les responde todos los días.
Ok, está bien, este post lo hice solamente por eso. Aclaro : no estoy en "mis días", así que no, no estoy exagerando. Me duele, me duele y mucho. Es que simplemente me doy cuenta de que me usa como a un trapo, o bueno, creo que esa no es exactamente la palabra. Diría...em...bueno, se entiende. No? buen, nadie lee este puto blog so whatever. Me sirve para descargarme, nada más. Es que me da muchísima paja pensar en escribir todo esto en un diario.
Ok, volviendo al otro tema; no sé qué hacer. Mis opciones son :
a)no mandarle más nada hasta que responda
b)mandarle algo más, preguntándole por qué no responde
c)enojarme (done)
d)ignorarlo y hacerme la difícil
e)no poder cumplir la a, b, c y d porque realmente me gusta mucho el hijo de puta.

fuiste

fuiste mi vida,
         fuiste mi pasión,
               fuiste mis celos, mi mejor canción;
                         todo eso fuiste, pero perdiste.

Me gustas tú

video hecho por unos chicos de mi colegio, es increíble

Long live

And you take a moment
Promise me this:
That you'll stand by me forever
But if God forbid fate should step in
And force us into a goodbye
If you have children someday
When they point to the pictures
Please tell them my name
Tell them how the crowds went wild
Tell them how I hope they shine

Long live the walls we crashed through
I had the time of my life with you

Long, long live the walls we crashed through
All the candlelight shined just for me and you
And I was screaming, "long live all the magic we made"
And bring on all the pretenders
I'm not afraid

Singing long live all the mountains we moved
I had the time of my life
Fighting dragons with you

on the wing

 I'm dreaming you're out in the blue and I am right beside you

T.A.M.

The awkward moment when you surprise yourself by saying something really deep and you begin to wonder whether you may be a poet.