tengo ganas de ti...

Como podría alcanzarte, para ser igual que tú, si he vivido siempre al este del edén. Si como todas las noches, nos perderemos los dos, buscando algún paraíso sin cerrar.

[arianapinedo-blog]

Cierto, cierto. Hay hasta tequeños de chocolate ahora. La gente no para. Yo todavía no entiendo de donde lo sacaron. Solo llegó un día y básicamente dijo que era el Presidente. Me dijo mi tío que Colombia se ha puesto mejor que antes, aunque sea en ciertas partes. Que malo que de todos modos esa gente exista, pero no se puede hacer nada hasta que los agarren a todos, y eso que se multiplican. 

[hugoxmontalvo]

Que rico! O bueno, que asco? Yo no supiera decirte, nunca me comido uno. Pues realmente, es un patan. Por lo menos Chavez tenia un poco de educacion pero Maduro se pasa de burro. Algunos narcos no son tan mala gente, en serio, pero bueno, despues tienes a narcos como Griselda Blanco, Pablo Escobar... ay, y que pena que los dos son de Colombia.

[arianapinedo-blog]

Sí, en Venezuela también, pero creo que nos ponemos a inventar mucho más. De Caracas, como buena sifrina. Estoy convencida que lo tienen solo como figura. Un hombre educado no se dejaría manejar como un títere. Osea, te quiere escuchar el corazón con un telescopio. 

[hugoxmontalvo]

Inventamos cualquier cosa, con tal que este rico. Yo creo que ese descarado a hecho trampa, y bueno, Chavez le ayudo, como bueno Comunista hijo de puta que es. Vez, en Colombia no tenemos eso, solo narcos como la puta madre, y bueno, Pablo Escobar, pero ese ya fue.

[arianapinedo-blog]

Carne, queso, cualquier cosa que quepa. Soy Venezolana. Pensé que ustedes le ponían todo encima a las arepas. 

[hugoxmontalvo]

Pues... si. Pero lo mas comun es el queso con jamon, mantequilla tambien. De cual parte de Venezuela eres chica? Espera, no, yo se... Maracaibo? Caracas? Que pena que tu pais este tan cagado ahora, disculpa las palabras pero bueno, aparte de ser un ratero y sapo de mierda, Maduro tambien es un mama huevo.

[arianapinedo-blog]

I’ve had twenty arepas or something this past week alone. I haven’t gained a pound yet, should I be worried?

[hugoxmontalvo]

Arepas rellenas de que? Ey, tu tambien eres de Colombia?

[thatssotamera]

Rolling her eyes with not even a hint of a smile further than the artificial one already painted on her face, Tamera barely waited until he was inside to slam the door shut and already begin ascending up the stairs. For a small girl, she moved fast. “Carino, I’m sure. I’m not interested in apologies we have work to do so andiamo.” She was lucky everything was already set up in her room, or she wouldn’t even be wasting time chatting to him like she was now. “It’s not impossibile. I’ve already told you why I hate that word,” Tam lectured him as her feet padded up the stairs and into her room, somewhere the pair of them hadn’t been together in a long time. Turning back to him and swallowing a little, she nodded sharply. “We’ll start with capitolo uno then?”

[hugoxmontalvo]

Tammy was barely looking at him, and he should’ve expected that, but he casually ignored it. Upon hearing something that sounded like ‘capitulo uno’, Hugo looked back at her with the most confused face he could. "Que? Capitulo uno de que? No tengo ni un puta libro de la maldita escuela, que verga, ni puedo leer." he said, shaking his head at her in disapproval. “I told you, esto va ser fuckin’ impossible. No puedo leer, no puedo hacer nada. Good luck.” he sat down at her living room and watched her, waiting for her to grab a math book, or anything else she had in mind. It didn’t matter, because Hugo knew for a fact he wouldn’t learn shit, no matter how hard he tried.

[thatssotamera]

Waiting impatiently by her front door, Tamera’s foot began tapping like crazy. She should’ve definitely expected this; it was Hugo after all ad he was currently six minutes and twelve seconds late for his tutoring session that she shouldn’t even be giving him in the first place. When she’d spied the sheet of paper with one of his latest grades on it, she’d simply told him to come to her house and she was going to help him. It was probably dangerous for Tam to care this much about him, but she promised it would be kept strictly professional — something that was hard to do when he insisted on being late. When he finally turned up, she already had the door open and managed to quickly put a fake smile on for him as he entered. “Sei in ritardo. Avanti.”

[hugoxmontalvo]

Hugo automatically raised an eyebrow. Yeah, he understood a bit of Italian, it was so similar to Spanish, but he could barely keep up with any language at all, so he scratched his head and shrugged. "Ritardo? Me estas diciendo que soy un burro?" he chuckled, coming into her house and putting his motorcycle helmet on the floor. "Disculpa. You know, about being late.” he apologized. He knew Tammy hated it, but he just got caught up with his boys. Plus, he had to finish smoking his joint. How can you leave an unfinished joint? Especially when you payed for it? He threw his backpack onto the ground and looked back at her. "Esto… this is gonna be impossible. Te advierto, no mas.”

[hugoxmontalvo]

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@hugoelcolombiano: ey, ey papi, te acuerdas de mi? tu hijo, que te quiere y te extraña tanto. te quiero demasiado papa, eres un gran ejemplo para mi, mi heroe, mi todo. nunca te olvidare, NUNCA. feliz cumpleaños papi, te amo, te amo, te amo. ❤

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[hugoxmontalvo]

you're stupid, bambino  (tammy&hugo)

Que me importa. Those are the words he kept repeating to himself as he pulled up on Tammy's drive way. He didn't want tutoring, fuck that. He couldn't read to save his life. He just wanted to get closer to Tammy, explain to her what really happened, tell her he never meant to leave her, or Daphne. That she was his second love, and that there was never a competition between the two – Hugo loved them both equally, he just fell for Tammy at a wrong time. Same with Miguel and Daphne. Pushing the thoughts out of his head, he smoked the last of the weed before casually throwing it on her front lawn, hoping she wouldn't notice. Then he sighed and knocked on her door. Obviously her parents weren't home, Hugo was pretty sure they hated him. But if only they knew the actual story. Upon the door opening, he smirked at her. "Hola chica."

[hugoxmontalvo]

Me largo de maldito Roseboro, que verga me importa la escuela? Mejor vendo drogas con Mario.

[love-this-pic-dot-com]

I’d do anything for you

[emileedarling-deactivated201510]

Lo dije con cariño, Montalvo. Siempre con cariño.

[hugoxmontalvo]

Ya se, te estoy jodiendo. Pero en serio, gracias gringa.

[emileedarling-deactivated201510]

Idiota…nunca cambies.

[hugoxmontalvo]

Ey, chica, no es para que me insultes, vale?

[emileedarling-deactivated201510]

Te estas burlando de mi?

[hugoxmontalvo]

Pues claro, siempre.

[dallas--parker-blog-blog]

Sí se puede utilizar.

[hugoxmontalvo]

Que verga... you don't speak spanish, verdad?

[jasperafterdark]

"…Wait, so you actually can’t speak english that well?—I mean—De verdad no sabes Inglés? Porque?"

[hugoxmontalvo]

Um, no? Pues claro que no, marica. Tu crees que yo me hago el cojudo? Naci en Colombia, vivi ahi desde los quince años, y llegue aqui para regresarme en menos de un año. And now? I'm here again.

[thatssotamera]

You know I do.

[hugoxmontalvo]

Okay… me lo prestas, bambina?

[keeleah]

I have three but one is in my hair right now… so you can have the spare one if you don’t mind purple and glitter?

[hugoxmontalvo]

Claro que no. Actually, thank you.