Shiver.

Ahhhhh! summertime! Love is in the air, warm temperatures, shortsleeves, happy shinny people, suntan lotion, going to the beach, swimming in the ocean, havaianas on your feet or short socks for your tennis, skirts and shorts: BIG etc!...AND IM WILLING TO TRADE´EM ALL.


"Chance is a word void of sense; nothing can exist without a cause." (Voltaire)

Down and dirty.

Came back and closed the door with the heart still in my mouth. I can feel the corruption running through my body. Soy capaz de arrastrar mi determinación hasta el final del juego?
Anyway, I have a headache now. Once again dealing with my own paranoia. Please, just LET IT BE. LET IT BE! Fuck, this is where i belong to. I NEED THIS. No matter what.

The price of mediocrity and other tales.

Me= I just wanna say that I know my plan is suicidal.
Her= Its not suicidal. Its daring.

And she made my day.