some of my favorite things include reading, listening to music, taking pictures and getting emails figuring out exactly what I did last weekend.
So I leave for BC in a few hours…
No te amo como si fueras rosa de sal, topacio
o flecha de chaveles que propagan el fuego:
te amo como se aman ciertas cosas oscuras,
secretamente, entre la sombra y el alma.
Te amo como la planta que no florece y lleva
dentro de si, escondida, la luz de aquellas flores,
y gracias a tu amor vive oscuro en mi cuerpo
el apretado aroma que acendio de la tierra.
Te amo sin saber como, ni cuando, ni de donde,
te amo directamente sin problemas ni orgullo:
asi te amo porque no se amar de otra manera,
sino asi de este modo en que no soy ni eres,
tan cerca que tu mano sobre mi pecho es mia,
tan cerca que se cierran tus ojos con mi sueno.
i really loved this movie, but it made me even sadder than Closer did. it was kind of the final nail in the coffin. i don’t think i believe in love anymore. or at least, i’m not sure it’s something i would want again.
So while on vacation, I saw the movie Closer one night when I couldn’t sleep. You know, the movie where Natalie Portman is a stripper? Yeah, so I really liked it, but it scared the crap out of me. I feel like now I can never trust anyone I’m actually “committed” to. Who knows how badly they could be screwing you over behind your back? And it’s even worse when you’re married to them, because then, them leaving you or you leaving them isn’t just a walk out of the door, it involves legal papers and lawyers and more of that bullshit. And the worst part (or best) was the ending (which I won’t ruin), but who knows, maybe that’s someone’s hobby to just go around doing that and you might be the next person they stumble upon.
I don’t want to get married anymore.
I think I remember someone once saying this to me. I have to say I disagree.
(via newyorkcanwait: nickmantle: canadawhore)
Dominican Republic till Saturday night.
(via pieddalouette)
First time for everything
Nighttime in queens at 36th ave
