La concha puta de Lengua Castellana 2.
Quién me manda, no?
martes, 30 de agosto de 2011
domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011
martes, 23 de agosto de 2011
jueves, 18 de agosto de 2011
lunes, 15 de agosto de 2011
viernes, 12 de agosto de 2011
lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011
viernes, 5 de agosto de 2011
Shiver.
The most beautiful words I've ever heard.
My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you might kiss it again stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of those steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.
(This was in a St.Valentine's card for Alexa, from Alex.)
jueves, 4 de agosto de 2011
miércoles, 3 de agosto de 2011
These is one of my favourite pictures of Alex. Today I woke up very early, at 11.45. I was quite proud of myself. I had the most terrible headache yesterday, after waking up at 2 p.m. I can't do that anymore. I just think that doing nothing is the most incredible thing ever. I don't want it to end. God, I'm such a pajera.
martes, 2 de agosto de 2011
lunes, 1 de agosto de 2011
I'M FUCKING DONE.
Well, it wasn't nearly as traumatic as I thought it would be. I got a 9 in Pedagogy and a 7 in Spanish Language. I thought it was ok since I had both finals the same day. I'm happy.
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