Celebrate the irony.

Can you hear the sleigh bells coming around the bend? Here comes our darkest end, Christmas is here. It’s about nights extend into the overdraft, to scrape out what is left at the end of the year. Turn back to the future off, I’ve seen it before; maybe every year and more it’s great, but not again. What’s that burning? what’s that burning? My mum shrieks down while she’s touching up her brow for when the family arrive. And the red wine plummets down and we should all be in out beds, but it’s right wing versus left til the wings fall off our heads. And is this Christmas? Is this Christmas? Is this Christmas, my dear? Don’t you just love Christmas? Everybody loves Christmas. Everybody loves Christmas.
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Esa foto ♥ JAJAJ. La veo y me acuerdo... las luces -nono jajaja. Los quiero mucho mucho (:
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History books forgot about us.

Night falls and towns become circuit boards; we can beat the sun as long as we keep moving. From the air, stadium lights stand out like flares; and all I know is that you're sat here right next to me. We rarely see warning signs in the air we breathe; right now I feel each and every fragment. This paper trail leads right back to you; you say you need me to step outside. You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes; you passed me up so as not to break a promise. Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run; said you knew that this would happen. Well, this is something new but it turns out it was borrowed too; why does every let down have to be so thin? Rain explodes at the moment that the cab door closed; I feel the weight upon your kiss, ambiguous. You have to leave, I appreciate that; but I hate when conversation slips out of our grasp. Two bodies in motion; this is a matter of fact, it wasn't built to last. You spent the evening unpacking books from boxes; you passed me up so as not to break a promise. Scattered polaroids and sprinkled words around your collar in the long run; said you knew that this would happen. The pounding rain continued it's bleak fall; and we decided just to write after all, after all.

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este teema ♥ ♥
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She must've been 16 or 18.

She's only 18, don't like the Rolling Stones; she took the shortcut to being fully grown. She's got that mood ring, a little sister rose; the smell of Springsteen, a pair of pantyhose. The talking picture show is leaking from a silhouette; she said "my man, you know it's time you get your fingers wet". The last I heard from you, you were screaming "handle it". Knock the world right off its feet and straight onto its head; the book of love will long be laughing after you are dead. Fascinated by the look of you and what was said; make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed.

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We'll wish this never ends.

Remember how it used to be when the sun would fill up the sky, remember how we used to feel; those days would never end, those days would never end. Remember how it used to be when the stars would fill the sky, remember how we used to dream; those nights would never end, those nights would never end. It was the sweetness of your skin, it was the hope of all we might have been; that fills me with the hope to wish impossible things. But now the sun shines cold and all the sky is grey; the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears. And all I wish is gone away, all I wish is gone away. All I wish is gone away.
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Parece que nos iban a fusilar, pero NO! Estábamos pidiendo deseos (? jaja. Quiero frío, quiero Bariló ♥
Y ese temita, ese temiita :')
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