Mr. Waits kinda grows on you
When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothin’ ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog
That’s always changing things
Makes me wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever wanna be that way
I don’t wanna grow up.
No sé hablar de felicidad pero eso no quiere decir que no la haya tenido.
Julio Cortázar (via anheleanhelar)
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Damn true I tell you.
(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)
In the universe next door, this never happened.
I don’t know what it has been like for you these years I’ve been gone so far.
Years of inexcusable absence. Years of lost contact. Years of memories that should have happened, but never will.
Lost years.
I can only hope that one day I’ll be able to mend what was torn, even if it is just a shred.
EXMAS TIME!
♫ so put me on the naughty list ‘cos I’m sick of being nice
(Source: http://www.youtube.com/)
La introspección no es lo tuyo.
Puede decirse que soy uno de esos que ha perdido los sueños, mas no el sueño.