i’ll be superficial and cheerful tomorrow, when i’m back from the hairdresser

make winter come before the heat kills my brain, or even worse, make it like bad music, films and books. this could happen.

my holidays start the 12th of September. I can picture myself already free and up north the country. In the very cold city of Gijón, where it rains so much and it freezes. i think of many things and nothing. Last days of torture at work are going to be over very soon. And I’ll have time to reflect, I hope.

don’t tell anyone because i always say and swear i won’t have kids. but sometimes i think i could have them and that i would be a good mother. this is very pretentious.
and björk looks the amazingly pregnant she was
i’ve been out because i was very sad and passionless… but if something doesn’t kill you, it will make you stronger. so rejoice. if you put sorrow into words, sorrow tightens its clutches. when you put determination in your words, it’s a deal, you’re certain about it.
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i am strong.

i think about men, and i have to post them :)