To me you are perfect. ♥

I find myself wrong again
Staring out my window
Wondering what it is I should have said
I find myself at home again
Waiting for the after call
From a fallout that feels like such a mess.

Oh I can only be myself

I'm sorry that's hell for you

Hey so what's my damage today?

Don't let me get in your way

Let it out like you always do

The trouble between me and you

Is nothing new

So I listen to you complain & then

I bite my tongue in vain again

As I let it all just slowly settle in

Such a pretty picture that you paint

I'm so vile while your a saint

Funny how your eyes see thick not thin

Oh I can only be myself

I'm sorry that's hell for you

Hey so what's my damage today?

Don't let me get in your way

Let it out like you always do

The trouble between me and you

Is nothing new

You know how to give it but you can't take it
It's all just a waste now you can save it
No matter what I do
Is never good enough

Save your breath cause here comes the truth

I'm over the drama of you

& that's something new

Happy Bday Were Ever You Are ♥

 Nos encontramos de vuelta, lamentablemente. Y yo que ese día me juré hacer lo imposible por no volver a equivocarme y esta vez elegir bien. Las segundas oportunidades nunca fueron mi fuerte, si me lo habrán demostrado. Pero ahora, ¿qué pasa? Es lo que queda, son parte de mis recuerdos más lindos, ¿estoy realmente dispuesta a dejar todo eso de lado sabiendo que esta vez no hay vuelta atrás? ¿Valdría la pena poner estas palabras frente a sus ojos? ¿Las valorarían?

No pienso hacer oídos sordos esta vez, no tengo ganas de volver a ese lugar, ni siquiera lo considero. Solamente pienso dejar que las aguas se calmen, tengo en cuenta cada cosa que hacen, que dicen. Esta vez yo no me olvido, de eso pueden estar seguras. Pero ¿sabén qué? Siempre me la jugué por ustedes, frente a todo y a todos. Quiero pensar que no se va a volver a repetir, pero la verdad es que esta vez, ya ni yo me lo creo. Será cuestión de esperar...

I want to be the picture on your wall. I want to chase you around until we fall. I want to be the one you write about. I want to be the one who never lets you down. Right now i feel like i'm losing control. Hey! My head is spinning cause of you Hey ! You've no clue what you do. Your the storm & the rain. You've got eyes like a hurricane. Hey! You've no clue what you do to me I can make you laugh until you cry. I can tell your mood just by your eyes. I can sleep with your head on my cheek. & i could be the one you never want to leave. Right now i feel like i'm losing control. Hey! My head is spinning cause of you Hey ! You've no clue what you do. our the storm & the rain. You've got eyes like a hurricane. Hey! You've no clue what you do to me. & we'll both fall we'll lose it all. We'll have each other. [...]

Ich liebe dich أحبك t'estimo 我爱你 Volim te 당신을 사랑합니다 Rakastan sinua Je t'aime Σ 'αγαπώ Is breá liom tú Ti amo 私はあなたを愛して I Love You Aš tave myliu Eu te amo Te iubesc Я люблю тебя Tôi yêu bạn ฉันรักเธอ Te Amo♥

Im ending this 
RIGHT N O W ;

Nobody likes you...

Everyone left you...

They're all out without you...

Having fun...

Where have all the bastards gone? The underbelly stacks up ten high. The dummy failed the crash test. Collecting unemployment checks. Like a flunkie along for the ride. Where have all the riots gone? As your city's motto is pulverized? What's in love is now in debt, on your birth certificate. So strike the fucking match to light this fuse! The town bishop is an extortionist. & he don't even know that you exist. Standing still when it's do or die You better run for your fucking life!

It's not over 'till you're underground

It's not over before it's too late

This city's burning

It's not my burden

It's not over before it's too late

There's nothing left to analyze

Where will all the martyrs go when the virus cures itself? & where will we all go when it's too late? & don't look back. You're not the Jesus of Suburbia. The St. Jimmy is a figment of your father's rage & your mother's love, made me the Idiot America.

It's not over 'till you're underground

It's not over before it's too late

This city's burning

It's not my burden

It's not over before it's too late

She said I can't take this place. I'm leaving it behind. 
Well she said I can't take this town, I'm leaving you tonight. 

Drinking wine & thinking bliss, is on the other side of this

I just need a compass & a willing accomplice

All my doubts that fill my head cascading up & down again
Up & down & round again, down & up & down again.

Oh, I've had my chances & I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.

Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.

But I'm not scared at all

The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.

Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness & a little forgiveness

& a halo of patience & a less sporadic pace &

I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.

Oh I've felt that fire & I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.

Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.

But I'm not scared at all

The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.

Irony, irony, is hating & love, hate & love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
What is done...done

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.

Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.

But I'm not scared at all

The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.

Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this
I just need a compass and a willing accomplice
All my doubts that fill my head cascading up and down again
Up and down and round again, down and up and down again.

Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all.
Just to end up right back here on the floor.
To end up right back here in on the floor.

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.

Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring
Love just needs a witness and a little forgiveness
And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and
I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes.

Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned
But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned
I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned.

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell.
But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm

Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball.

Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love
What it does to me, what it's done to me.
What is done...done

Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel.
Broken mirrors and a black cats cold stare,
Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I'll meet you there.

But I'm not scared at all, hmm...I'm not scared at all.

Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball 

THE CLOCK IS TICKING~

Pararte frente al mundo y admitir que te equivocaste y que estás muerta de miedo.

No, simplemente no soy así, me la banco sola.

wow, y yo que pensaba escribir, esto resume TODO.

¿Qué te puedo decir? ¿Que tengo miedo? Sí. ¿Te explico miedo a qué? Já, yo que vos espero sentado, o todavía no aprendiste después de posteos y posteos en este blog que nunca supe quien lee y quien no, y honestamente poco me interesa, que no soy la clase de persona que viene y te dice: Hola! Ayuda? No sr. No, soy esa clase de personas, sino de las que "hacen creer" a su alrededor que "esta todo bien" cuando no está nada bien. Bueno, que más puedo decir, a los 13 me formé así y cuesta mucho cambiarlo, ¿qué le vas a hacer? Nos estaremos escribiendo, o no, nose. Depende de mis ganas de contarte lo que realmente me pasa.

Empiezo a pensar que no es sano extrañarte tanto

Can you practice what you preach,
or would you turn the other cheeck?

Cuando todo va según lo planeado es genial. Pero cuando te das cuenta que no sabés administrar tu tiempo te dás cuenta de que algo anda mal. Será tiempo de aprender a organizarse, no?

Si, ahora sé que es real. Siempre lo supe pero lo confirmé. Cada segundo que pasa te amo más y más. Y yo que pensaba que era imposible amarte más de lo que ya lo hacía.

Original gift...

still thinking.

http://.fucxingperfeect.tumblr.com

Yo decía "no such thing as perfection". Hasta que te conocí y me dí cuenta que la perfeción no es la falta de errores, sino que a pesar de las personas son imperfectas, el hecho de que las amemos tal cual son las hace perfectas.

Y yo te amo, amo cada pequeña cosa que hace tu todo. Te amo a vos y sé por primera vez en mi vida lo que es la perfección, vos.

Hay momentos en los que parás en el medio del tráfico y te das cuenta que tenés TODO. Y no me refiero a lo material, me refiero a personas, personas que te cuidan y que cuidás. Cuando te das cuenta que sos felíz.

Yeah, happens sometimes;

OH YEAH, well  

FUCK IT!

Made a wrong turn once or twice. Dug my way out, blood & fire. Bad decisions. 

That's alright, Welcome to my silly life. Mistreated this place. Misunderstood
Miss knowin' it's all good. It didnt slow me down. Mistakin'Always second 

guessin'. Underestimatin' Look I'm still around. Pretty, pretty please.Dont you ever, ever feel like you're less than Fuckin' perfect.

Pretty, pretty please. If you ever, ever feel like you're nothin'. You're fuckin' perfect to me. You're so mean when you talk about yourself, you were wrong. Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead..So complicated.Look how we all make it. Filled with so much hatred. Such a tired game. It's enough. I've done all I can think of Chased down all my demons. I've seen you do the same. Pretty, pretty please. Dont you ever, ever feel like you're less than Fuckin' perfect. Pretty, pretty please. If you ever, ever feel like you're nothin'. You're fuckin' perfect to me. The whole worlds scared, So I swallow the fear. The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer. So cool in line. & we try, try, try. But we try too hard. & it's a waste of my time. Done looking for the critics. Cause they're everywhere. They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair. Strange ourselves & we do it all the time. Why do we do that? Why do I do that? Pretty, pretty please. Dont you ever, ever feel like you're less than Fuckin' perfect. Pretty, pretty please. If you ever, ever feel like you're nothin'. You're fuckin' perfect to me.

Different kind of fun.~

C a M b ! 0

crisis.

(Del lat. crisis, y este del gr. κρίσις).

1. f. Cambio brusco en el curso de una enfermedad, ya sea para mejorarse, ya para agravarse el paciente.

2. f. Mutación importante en el desarrollo de otros procesos, ya de orden físico, ya históricos o espirituales.

3. f. Situación de un asunto o proceso cuando está en duda la continuación, modificación o cese.

4. f. Momento decisivo de un negocio grave y de consecuencias importantes.

5. f. Juicio que se hace de algo después de haberlo examinado cuidadosamente.

6. f. Escasez, carestía.

7. f. Situación dificultosa o complicada.

Tantos errores y tantas veces que me equivoqué. Tantas  veces que dije "esto no va más" o aca estuve mal. Tantas veces que me dijeron "fijate esto o lo otro". Antes los errores podían arreglarse, pero a esta altura, no todo se puede modificar. Y antes de equivocarme y arruinar algo prefiero cambiar. Siempre digo que estoy lista para lo que se que venga, que se afrontar todo lo que me pongan delante. Que siempre salgo bien parada, y es la verdad. Pero la vida no se trata de la suerte, sino de hacer tu suerte. Y creanme que así es mucho mejor. ¿Responsabilidad dicen? Responsabilidad van a tener. Y esto no es por nadie, sino por mí. Ya es hora de empezar a tener otra perspectiva, una que me abra el campo visual y me permita poder crecer en absolutamente todos los sentidos de la palabra.

Es tiempo de crisis;

That is so no fucking truee!

[...] & now that I know you I begin to understands things
Turn around a hundred & eighty degrees

I found my missing piece

There something 'bout you
That's like the sun
You warm up my heart, when I come undone
You're like my soul mate
& on those days,
When I hurt, when I break
You are my band aid

When I get caught in the rain
& it feels like
There is no one in the world who understands my
Complications that I face everyday
As I talk it through with you
No matter how I try to hide
Just see straight from my disguise
You know how to fix me
You are my therapy
Baby oh

There something 'bout you
That's like the sun
You warm up my heart, when I come undone
You're like my soul mate
& on those days,
When I hurt, when I break
You are my band aid [...]