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my name is daniela and i'm from the best city in the world, though nine months out of the year i live here. i like non-awkward hugs, hanes white v-necks, american apparel, and making people laugh. i'm surprisingly funny too. you'd like me.

some of my favorite things include reading, listening to music, taking pictures and getting emails figuring out exactly what I did last weekend.

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Aug
30th
Sun
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So I leave for BC in a few hours…

So I leave for BC in a few hours…

Aug
28th
Fri
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The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person. There are worse things you can do to the people you love than kill them. No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
— Chuck Palahniuk (via downbeatdame)
Aug
26th
Wed
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This is a story of boy meets girl. The boy, Tom Hansen of Margate, New Jersey, grew up believing that he’d never be truly happy until he met “the one.” This belief stemmed from early exposure to sad British pop music and a total misreading of the movie “The Graduate.” The girl, Summer Finn of Shinicock, Michigan, did not share this belief. Since the disintegration of her parent’s marriage, she’d only loved two things. The first was her long, dark hair. The second was how she easily she could cut it off and feel nothing.
— (via 500daysofsummer)
Aug
25th
Tue
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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.

— Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda (translation)
Aug
24th
Mon
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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.

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.

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Hope is the worst of evils, for it prolongs the torment of man.
— Friedrich Nietzsche (stolen from the financial times this morning) (via thesevagabondshoesphotos)
Aug
23rd
Sun
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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.

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.

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I think I remember someone once saying this to me. I have to say I disagree.

(via newyorkcanwait: nickmantle: canadawhore)

I think I remember someone once saying this to me. I have to say I disagree.

(via newyorkcanwait: nickmantle: canadawhore)

Aug
17th
Mon
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Dominican Republic till Saturday night.

Dominican Republic till Saturday night.

Aug
16th
Sun
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Aug
15th
Sat
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First time for everything

First time for everything

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Nighttime in queens at 36th ave

Nighttime in queens at 36th ave

Aug
14th
Fri
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The irony of commitment is that it’s deeply liberating — in work, in play, in love. The act frees you from the tyranny of your internal critic, from the fear that likes to dress itself up and parade around as rational hesitation. To commit is to remove your head as the barrier to your life.
— Anne Morriss