January 2010
51 posts
(perfect-alanis morrisette)
estoy exhausta, pero...
Carta de una profesora de la ULA Mérida: "de cómo... →
(st in my head while thinking about this...
(elliott smith-roman candle) my head is full of...
“No, no, no, Lisa. If adults don’t like their jobs, they don’t go on strike. They...”
– Homer Simpson (via absurdlakefront)
indeed.
a sphincter says what...?
i dunno, but ask my boss, he definitely knows given that:
my boss is such an overbearing, patronizing, ASSHOLE
(de 6am a 9am: ska-p, ‘el hombre resaca...
‘no hay nada más frustrante que hacer...
I don’t want an Ipad, and i’m proud of it.
BallDroppings →
warupe:
byakko:
zomg.
Cool.
/ma’fiiino/ ¿dónde consiguen esas vainas?
14539.) i'm a really bad anorexic.
(via blogsecret)
yo, who’s been posting my secrets?
generación arruinada
“I see in Fight Club the strongest
and smartest men who've ever lived.
I see all this potential.
And I see it squandered.
Goddamn it, an entire generation pumping gas.
Waiting tables.
Slaves with white collars.
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes.
Working jobs we hate
so we can buy shit we don't need.
We're the middle children of history.
No purpose or place.
We have no Great...
badass-senorita:
RT @eebsofresh Was I the only one watching the Hope For Haiti benefit, expecting Kanye to pop out and say “George Bush doesn’t care about black people”?
i didn’t actually see the thing, but as i was flipping through thr channels and came across the benefit thing, i asked myself the exact same question. and it wasn’t a joke or anything in my case, because i look at...
Arrghh! stupid refresh button from gmail, I hate you! I’m beginning to think you don’t actually do anything, but are only there to torture me…
cerraron RCTV.. OTRA VEZ?!?!?! ya vengo...
nauseas:
si .. no lo habian cerrado ya?? no subieron el dollar a 4.30?? no mataron a un pana la semana pasada?? no me matrakearon los pacos hace no mucho?? no me intentó robar el tipo del metrobus hace un par de horas? No tuve ke irme de donde estaba patinando porke un policia decidió echar 8 tiros al aire y uno al piso casi ke en mi cara?
Por ké no salimos a cacerolear todos hasta ke Chavez...
today i’m fucked up, i’ve had this dazzed feeling all day, as if nothing was real anymore, or as real as it used to be. maybe it’s the shock from it being REAL now.
i hate to be redundant, but it does make sense. today i’ve parted with pretty much the only two people i care about who are still in this country, my mum and best friend. so i’m officially alone now, what...
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bueno, al parecer me cansé de quejarme y decidí hacer algo con mi tiempo y mi supuesto potencial. de verdad estoy cansada de esperar a que la causa llegue a mí, que la indignación mueva mis cuerdas y me obligue a actuar. obviamente la indignación está ahí, pero simplemente no es suficiente esperar a que sea el mundo y su mierda el que me ubique en el momento y lugar correctos para ser útil y...
pues hoy decidí armarme de valor -o de ocio...
whoever thinks misery loves company, and uses the expression to banalize the fact that people like to whine together so they’ll be listened to, has shit for brains.
i really can’t explain it properly but there’s something about being able to open up and spill some of what is constantly torturing me and roaming in my mind to someone i reasonably trust, but the fact that this person is actually...
lastnight while with adrian, he described what loving someone actually is according to him (as in what means, implies, requires, does to you, makes you, makes you do…), and never have i heard it explained in such a sincere way, that is -i believe- because he spoke from experience, loss and nostalgia, from something he still feels. right there, a piercing void of certainty of never going to...
hoy camino a la oficina -tarde por cierto- descubrí que soy de esas personas que golpea el carro del conductor/a que se detiene y ocupa todo el cruce peatonal y pretende seguir avanzando mientras uno pasa (no me enorgullece el exabrupto pero es que esta ciudad…¡la detesto!)
this christmas holiday was… different, in oh so many ways. firstly because nothing of what i did was actually planned, it all came together piece by piece. now that it’s over, i’m left with a mixed aftertaste of ecstasy, loneliness, broken heartedness, creativity, and most of all reluctance of just fading away once again into this pointless attempt of finding myself.
i have the...
my utmost favorite from the trip…
part of the soundtrack of this trip
from santa elena de uairén
i’m back. so last thing i posted was about the agony of expectance of both the people who were coming to my house for xmas and to crash for a couple of nights, and of the rollercoaster of emotions that might cause in me, given that one of those “friends” was -not so old- hook up, kinda relationship of mine… and he was taking his new girlfriend with him. so, results, about...