martes, 30 de agosto de 2011

Fuck.

La concha puta de Lengua Castellana 2.
Quién me manda, no?

domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011

martes, 23 de agosto de 2011

jueves, 18 de agosto de 2011

lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011

viernes, 5 de agosto de 2011

Tomorrow I'll be faster. I'll catch what I've been chasing.



No words. Well, maybe just five: Alex I fucking love you. (Loving the new haircut as well.)

Shiver.

The only thing I hate about you Alex is that you smoke. But in this case is so fucking sexy I don't even give a fuck.

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.)

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

Wild world.



I found this. It's so cool and sad at the same time.

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.