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Espera que late de más y se infecta Las vueltas que damos se anudan y dan pena
Vos vas a ser siempre otro y Yo voy a ser siempre la misma
Me gustaba mi tumblr más cuando me gustaba menos mi vida.
me gustaba mi tumblr más cuando no tenía trabajo
Se puede decir que vivo para encontrar estas fotos de freaks and geeks
“What we seek, at the deepest level, is inwardly to resemble, rather than physically to possess, the objects and places that touch us through their beauty.”
—from The Architecture of Happiness by Alain de Botton
Tim Roth in Quentin Tarantino films:
Reservoir Dogs (1992)
Pulp Fiction (1994)
Four Rooms (1995) (also directed by Robert Rodriguez, Alexandre Rockwell and Allison Anders)
“Beauty comes from what you feed yourself with, how you care about people.”
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?
Trainspotting (1996)
mhmmm I like this movie
No quiero escribir, no quiero estudiar; quiero, simplemente, ser de verdad; aunque ello me lleve a descubrir que no soy nada…
Julio Cortázar (via fragilelittledoll)
la felicidad es básicamente eso!!