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♥ Clarissa. Francia-Caracas. 24. Filología y traducción. Jirafas. Sofrosine. Odio los profiteroles.

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Lewis Carroll's three tips for problem-solving and overcoming creative block

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Welcome To Society.

By Erin Hanson

Welcome to society, We hope you enjoy your stay, And please feel free to be yourself, As long as it's in the right way, Make sure you love your body, Not too much or we'll tear you down, We'll bully you for smiling, And then wonder why you frown, We'll tell you that you're worthless, That you shouldn't make a sound, And then cry with all the others, As you're buried in the ground, You can fall in love with anyone, As long as it's who we choose, And we'll let you have your opinions, But please shape them to our views, Welcome to society, We promise that we won't deceive, And one more rule now that you're here, There's no way you can leave.

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I never had a chance to find out if it was really fulfilling me, or if I was happy in a deeper sense, because I was constantly happy in the most superficial kind of way.

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Handsome…

#suicideboy #smile #handsome #tattoos #tattooed #tattoosofinstagram #tattogram #mancrush #malemodel

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OHMY.

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Note to self.

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me meo.

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dogs are better than (most) people

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Sueños

Algún día de uno de estos últimos meses en algún momento de la madrugada:

"Estábamos mi papa Andrea mi mama y yo en la four runner vieja de mi papa abajo de mi edificio. Habían n dos personas mas  en labparte de  atras. Veníamos de hacer un paseo todo místico en autobús por el Ávila. En el paseo habían muchos catires. Meme encontré a Aurelien amigo de Jorge. Estabamos los 4 +2 abajo de mi edif hablaando antes  de entrar.  Ambiente tenso. Sobre vuela un helicóptero y baja y se estrella contra la caseta den vigilancia. Horrible. comenzamos a bajar en la camioneta. Abajo nos reciben titi y tía  mama como en un diner ammericano. Lloro sin poder. Mee siento horrible pero me cuesta llorar (tema recurrente en mis sueños). Luego o mencionan a raki. La sensación se intensfica. Subimos a busacaarala. Despierto y esta aquí. Tambien: Señora católica o monja, predicando mi entra as huiamosa de la explosión

Mas: Casa vieja toda de madera con cuervo gigante

plaza castellana

barco en medio del mar, de noche, piso jabonoso y resbalo.

Otro: sueño cauurimaare"

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"Memory is a wonderful thing if you don't have to deal with the past"

http://www.literatura.us/hernandez/historias.html La Visita Cuando se hizo muy tarde, llegó a mi casa, junto con mis hermanas, una muchacha rubia que tenía una cara grande, alegre y clara. Esa misma noche le confesé que mirándola descansaba de unos pensamientos que me torturaban, y que no me di cuenta cuándo fue que esos pensamientos se me fueron. Ella me preguntó cómo eran esos pensamientos, y yo le dije que eran pensamientos inútiles, que mi cabeza era como un salón donde los pensamientos hacían gimnasia, y que cuando ella vino todos los pensamientos saltaron por las ventanas.

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When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

Lisa Unge

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My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

Unknown.

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What causes those delicious before- and after-rain smells. Pair with the science of smell, the most direct yet mysterious of our senses.

(via It’s Okay To Be Smart)

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Esta foto me causa una sensación extraña. 

Siento que eres tú detrás de los libros y que en cualquier momento te asomarás, como un niño, a verme.

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Sex is the reason why you’re taking a cab to this douchebag’s apartment at 4 a.m. Sex is the reason why you bought those $200 jeans. Sex is the reason why you ordered a salad instead of a burger. Sex is the reason why you’re still dating this person, even though you know you’ll never be able to love them. See that? Therein lies the difference between sex and love. Sex drags things out that should’ve been dead a long time ago. Love, on the other hand, kills everything quickly.

http://thoughtcatalog.com/ryan-oconnell/2012/10/10-things-no-one-tells-you-about-sex/

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First, you were everywhere. The things that were yours, I made them mine. Now you're nowhere to be found.

casa, 22h44, un domingo de abril. 

About things and broken things.

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I can never show you what you gave to me A shape and form of make believe I wouldn't want to stay here in my incomplete Shaken up realities