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.

Dear Janis Joplin is still smoking.
I have this conflict in my mind… I want to but I don’t want to. Well, let’s be honest, I want to but not this way but we could give a try but I’m sure I won’t because I’m stubborn and If I say no it’s most of the time no.
And that’s all. I hope your worries are far more interesting than mine. In fact, I hope you don’t worry at all.

have you got pricks at work? we’ve got one. he thinks he works alone and does as he pleases, meaning he thinks he’s an emperor or something and he can treat us the way he wants. well… sorry for him (i’m not), because nobody treats me as if i were a slave. not my boss. not my mom. and less a prick.
and he asked me: Do you read? and i was so puzzled i said: I beg your pardon, sir? and again: Do you read? and i was :O :O :O :O :O :O he wanted a recommendation. so my usual questioning goes: which authors do you like. to profile him, like if i were Dr. Reid, ha. and he listed all the worst best-sellers in the world wide world.
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more stupid conversations to come. i can feel it in the water, in the earth… it’s everywhere.

i was a kid in the early 90s. that’s why my barbies dressed this cool. the whole story of this picture?? shop windows it’s called.
i would love more people would ask me/wrote to me… so i could interact a bit more with you. get to “know you”. you all seem so cool and very good tasted. which is great.
Reblog if you love to swear:
¡Mierda! ¡Joder! ¡Hostia puta! Fuck!! Caca, culo, pedo, pis.
(better if you add some samples)

welcome to the chaos of my life, where emptiness fights to come back from time to time.
sorry for the messy room. i am messy. everything is a mess in its right place.
i am smoking.