Soñadores trepando nubes

sábado, 9 de noviembre de 2013

http://www.youtube.com/v/dZnh4O3Cl8k?autohide=1&version=3&attribution_tag=viOQR9sYRT07VSYuLj1t5Q&autoplay=1&autohide=1&showinfo=1&feature=share
Meterse con algunas personas debería venir incluido con una hora para el psicólogo.

viernes, 8 de noviembre de 2013

NY vino y se fue.

Pero fue perfecto.

domingo, 22 de septiembre de 2013

Casi 23 (!!!!!)

martes, 17 de septiembre de 2013

Si esto no es la felicidad, le falta poquito nomás. Poquito.

jueves, 22 de agosto de 2013


Tea.
Texts. 
Words
Debate.
I love you's.

miércoles, 14 de agosto de 2013

“I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.”
— Elay Neal Moses
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Increíble, increíble.
Montevideo: te amo y me tenés desde que estoy acá recordando aquella frase que dice que la melancolía es el placer de estar triste. Santiago: sabés qué? te extraño. SI. Quiero mas riesgo. Mundo: qué lindo ser parte tuya, siempre bromeo que quiero conquistarte, te respeto. Universo: conspirá! dale. Estoy preparada.


Este es el estado de una mina en Facebook y, acabo de terminar de ver una película y me encuentro con esto y cuánto te puede identificar algo de alguien que nada tiene que ver contigo? En serio, es impresionante.

jueves, 8 de agosto de 2013

8/VIII
69
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Moviendo la cintura, girando al entrar.


martes, 30 de julio de 2013

86.


:)
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Who put all those things in your head?
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lunes, 29 de julio de 2013

Parar de mirar el documental.
Estudiar.

jueves, 25 de julio de 2013

Dos de mis cosas favoritas juntas. Too good to be true.

miércoles, 24 de julio de 2013

Birdy - 1901 [Official Music Video]


Si mi mejor amiga no me entiende, quién me va a entender?

Birdy - People Help The People [Official Music Video]

lunes, 22 de julio de 2013

Infinitas ganas de comer sandía.

sábado, 20 de julio de 2013

You will fall in love with smells, the good and the bad kind. You will want to wear your lovers shirt because it makes you feel close to them and you’re okay with being that PSYCHO who is legitimately sniffing their shirt in public. You will fall in love with sweat, certain perfumes, the smell of the season in which you fell in love. This particular love smells like fall. It smells like Halloween and a roaring fire and leaves and fog and mist and candy and food and family and whiskey and sex and the lint that collects on sweaters. When it ends, if it ends, you will never experience another fall without thinking of him, her, it. The memories will stick to the ground like a mound of leaves and will only dissipate when the weather drops.
You will fall in love with your friends. Deep, passionate love. You will create a second family with them, a kind of tribe that makes you feel less vulnerable. Sometimes our families can’t love us all the time. Sometimes we’re born into families who don’t know how to love us properly. They do as much as they can but the rest is up to our friends. They can love you all the time, without judgement. At least the good ones can.
This is where I’m supposed to tell you that you will fall in love with The One, a person who isn’t too cold or too nice. Their “O” face is perfectly fine and they’re not afraid to show how much they love you. This person is supposed to wait for us at the end of the twentysomething road as some kind of reward for all the heartache and loneliness. We deserve them. We’ve earned this kind of love. 
So fine. You’re going to fall in love with The One. You’re going to fall in love with someone who will make sense beyond college or a job or a particular season. They’ll make sense forever and won’t ever want to leave you behind. I’m telling you this not because it’s true but because it NEEDS to be true. Everyone is entitled to this kind of love, so why not? Have it. It’s yours. Blow out the candles on your 30th birthday, holding their hand, and let out an exhale that’s been waiting for ten years. Do it. Now
”
—  The Types of People You Will Fall in Love With In Your 20s by Ryan O’Connell
Puede ser así todos los días? Por favor, sí, por favor. Gracias. Por favor.