May 2012
9 posts
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Regalos
La noche antes de que me pidieras que fuera tu novia me dijiste que me amabas. No supe si lo habías dicho en serio o si solo estabas confundido en ese momento mientras estábamos desnudos en la cama de un hotel en Naucalpan con vista a Periférico y un Vips.
Hace mucho que no cumplía un aniversario de noviazgo y no sé si es trillado celebrarlo con una cena romántica, o con flores, o cosas así....
Get out of my fucking internet.
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I just want someone who wants to hang out all the time, and thinks I’m the best person in the world, and wants to have sex with only me. And it makes me feel very stupid to tell you this because it makes me sound like a girl who wants to like, go to brunch, and I really don’t want to go to brunch.
April 2012
4 posts
It's my Tumblr and I rant if I want to
Tengo 24 años y tengo que confesar algo: no sé cómo le hice pero durante mi carrera estudiantil logré apartarme de los ‘antros’.
Visité cantidad de bares, museos, bares, expos, bares, congresos, bares, ciudades y bares; también fui a muchas fiestas y casas y conciertos y graduaciones. Los antros son horribles, y ayer recordé exactamente por qué.
Cadeneros
¿Hay peor ser humano que...
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March 2012
8 posts
I am in a post-graduate delirium
middlename:
Jed: Relationships are, you know, it’s not rocket science. If you find yourself having to really think about it a lot, it’s over.
Tiny Furniture, Lena Dunham, 2010
BRILLIANT.
February 2012
5 posts
Drafts.
I found this text lying around in my desktop the other day…
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may 12 2011 Today I met someone at this beer place. I needed it. I’m wandering in Mexico City trying to get things out of my head and it’s just refreshing to have first impressions. We had drinks and we chatted about ourselves, we watched a soccer game. I hardly ever meet real people, either...
Peter Shelley by Patrick Marber
Debo admitir que este es uno de mis cuentos cortos favoritos jamás.
Y Patrick Marber rulea universos...
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Where was I when Kennedy got shot?
Between my mother's legs, getting born.
Georgia thought this was the coolest thing.
It's summer, 1978. We're both fourteen.
We're at the same school in the same class.
She hates me. Because she does.
She's got three items of...
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January 2012
3 posts
From the Thought Catalog...
You need someone in your life who excites you, makes you nervous, and forces you to question what you think you already know. These usually come in the form of a crush or a relationship. A relationship is obviously ideal but a crush can tide you over like a nice appetizer. We spend so much of our time feeling jaded and set in our ideas, and that’s clearly not a fun way to exist. We pretend it is...
December 2011
2 posts
November 2011
5 posts
WatchThese people They don’t know How it feels With you
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October 2011
11 posts
Last night we were talking on the phone before going to bed. Tonight is the last night you’ll ever have to sleep alone I told him. That’s true he said.
It’s October, and the people that meet to talk and think, talk and think about the economic crisis, while the people that don’t meet to talk and think, slowly sink into the gloom little by little. People are getting poorer, and no wonder there’s protests, and protests are for the most part a GOOD THING, but this time nobody quite knows who the villains are, and even if we knew who they are, they...
me: Hey handsome!
x: Hola, guapísima!
me: How's life?
x: With you, amazing.
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September 2011
6 posts
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