Bitch, I'm going to the beach.



I don't wanna be old and feel afraid, and if I need anything at all. I need a place that's hidden in the deep, where lonely angels sing you to your sleep; the modern world is broken. I need a place where I can make my bed, a lover's lap where I can lay my head; 'cos now the room is spinning, the day's beginning.
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Hasta el primero de febrero esto queda cerrado por fucking vacaciones. Seh, nos vemos a la vuelta !

Just need to get closer.



Hails to the chancers, as boredom kills like cancer; we need dreams for the romancers and I'm looking to you. Well, the life's so lonely, I need my one and only; if you know love, come on and show me, now I'm looking to you. So come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; my resistance is low. Come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; I'm not letting you go. Had love and I set it free, but it never came back to me; now the skies have gone ugly from Bolton to rugby, as I'm looking for you. Now come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer, come closer; my resistance is low. Don't pay mind to them, you're most beautiful when you don't bother, so just let it go.

This Month, Day 10.



Gracias a todos por los mensajes, los llamados, las cartitas, los regalos y todas esas cosas, a pesar de que mi celular no sirva ni para responder un mísero "gracias". Y a ustedes, muchas gracias por recibir mi casi mayoría de edad conmigo y demás (? jaja. Las quiero mucho ♥

How long must I wait?



Tonight I'll dream a boy called home, and wake up in tears all on my own, with the sun coming up and my head against stone, balcony dressed and drawn. Tonight I'll dream a room so far away, frost pale blue, the colour of a perfect day; and then screw up my face in the mirror, as I wait for the others to call. But if I don't believe in magic, and I don't believe in blood, and I don't believe in miracles, and I don't believe in love; then how come I believe it seems in a boy called home and a world called dreams?

Holding hands by New Year's Eve.



Speak, don't talk about it; speak, don't want to know all about it. Arguing with you's no good; well you'll be nobody's fool, but you almost speak. Don't talk about it, don't talk about the 32nd of December, that's the night I'm trying so hard to forget. All you do is you come round and then, well I remember, remember what I try, that I, what I. Speak, don't talk about it; speak, don't want to know all about it. Anybody want tea? Did anybody, thank you, ah fuck me! But don't speak and don't talk about it; don't you talk about the 32nd of December, that's the night I'm trying so hard to forget. All you do is you phone, then I, I remember, remember what I try, that I, what I. Speak, don't wanna to talk about it. Well it was you, not I, who was such a stickler for manners. So don't you say goodbye, no, to your good old friend. Ah, goodbye, goodbye; goodbye, goodbye.
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Nada mejor para empezar el año que un tema tan bueno como este jaja
Felicidades para todos. Que sea un año mejor que el anterior y que todos esos deseos que resurgen a fin de año se cumplan :) ¡Feliz 2009! y el culo les llueve... ehm, ah no, feliz 2009.