domingo, 24 de junio de 2012
Huskies
I'll have one of these someday. They are just so perfect.
Just looking at the picture makes me feel alright.
Indescribible feeling of peace.
To the Future Me
I wonder what will the future me think about my current entrances. She'll probably laugh or be embarrased at everything I write.
And that's fine.
I always hate my writing, so... I like it for a minute, and then when I read it again it just sounds like trash.
So, even when I read this in a year or so...
Well, just know that I when I wrote it I already knew that the future me wouldn't like it.
Don't be a bitch about it.
I don't know whether it's funny, queer, creepy or worrying... the fact that I'm actually writing to myself.
And that's fine.
I always hate my writing, so... I like it for a minute, and then when I read it again it just sounds like trash.
So, even when I read this in a year or so...
Well, just know that I when I wrote it I already knew that the future me wouldn't like it.
Don't be a bitch about it.
I don't know whether it's funny, queer, creepy or worrying... the fact that I'm actually writing to myself.
jueves, 31 de mayo de 2012
Guitar: Better Late Than Never
I just love the power of music (:
After years, I've finally started learning how to play the guitar.
Better late than never, right?
miércoles, 30 de mayo de 2012
Music ♥
Dear Music: I LOVE YOU.
Breaking Benjamin
I really hope they come back. They will always be one of my favorite bands.
The Used
Well, they are just awesome in every way (:
My Chemical Romance
Every album is different. Always amazing. Not ashamed to say I'm fond of them.
Three Days Grace
I don't know why it took me so long to check them out. These guys are amazing.
The Rasmus
Lauri's voice is something special. Finnish just know about music, don't they?
Red
My most recent discovery. Thanks to Breaking Benjamin (:
Nightwish
Metal + The Voice of Finland... Need I say more?
Etiquetas:
amor,
breaking benjamin,
felicidad,
identidad,
música,
my chemical romance,
Nightwish,
Red,
The Rasmus,
The Used,
Three Days Grace
So Low
Looking back I wonder how
Life got to be the way it’s now
I just don’t know which way to go
I don’t know why I feel so low
Etiquetas:
existencia,
identidad,
nostalgia,
reflexión
martes, 29 de mayo de 2012
Las Consecuencias del Odio
El error de reprimir lo
que es natural.
Las consecuencias del
prejuicio.
Las consecuencias del
Odio.
Etiquetas:
discriminación,
existencia,
realidad,
rechazo
Desvanecer
¿Cómo es que las personas
que más me importan siempre acaban tan lejos de mí? se preguntó con disgusto. Porque era
cierto. Uno a uno, los pilares de su vida parecían desaparecer.
Etiquetas:
análisis,
existencia,
identidad,
pensamiento,
reflexión
domingo, 27 de mayo de 2012
Hopeless Once Again
I honestly don't know which way to go. I'm aware there's so much out there to see and enjoy. To learn. To show. And still I'm stuck, wondering what my magic weapon is. Wondering if I have that special something. Wondering if I'm worth trying.
Etiquetas:
cansada,
confusión,
destino,
existencia,
identidad,
realidad,
resignación
sábado, 26 de mayo de 2012
I'm a Mess
I don't know what i'm doing
I don't know where i'm going
And i don't even know where i come from
The Rasmus
Etiquetas:
existencia,
identidad,
música,
The Rasmus
viernes, 25 de mayo de 2012
Golpe de Realidad
Una dosis de realidad tan repentina y atroz que no había
manera de ser inmune. Había arrancado el velo que estaba tan cuidadosamente
colocado sobre el espejo, poniéndolos a todos al desnudo, inútiles, asquerosos
e inservibles, al menos por un rato. Siempre inmersos en su propia existencia,
desinteresados y ciegos ante la desdicha ajena. Egoístas sin remedio.
martes, 8 de mayo de 2012
jueves, 3 de mayo de 2012
miércoles, 2 de mayo de 2012
Planes
Perfecto.
Ya tenía un plan. Los planes, sin importar que tan buenos o malos puedan llegar
a ser, dan una sensación de reconfortante seguridad. Supongo que así son los
seres humanos... o tal vez simplemente así soy yo.
Dios está aburrido.
- Claro, estas
cosas siempre tienen que pasar.
Tal vez sí existe Dios después de todo.
Un rey aburrido que se entretiene con el sufrimiento de sus súbditos.
Tal vez sí existe Dios después de todo.
Un rey aburrido que se entretiene con el sufrimiento de sus súbditos.
El Camino
Siendo optimista al respecto, puede que el camino a seguir finalmente se este volviendo más claro y firme. Sólo espero poder recordar que, sin importar cuántas veces tropiece, no hay más que andar y aprender, disfrutando de cada instante del recorrido.
Etiquetas:
destino,
evolución,
existencia,
felicidad,
literatura,
reflexión
domingo, 25 de marzo de 2012
Strikes Once Again

Loneliness strikes one more time.
It's always the same. Why does it have to be that way?
Holding on to nothing at all, looking for something meaningful.
Disappointed time and time again.
No roses no flowers to fill my heart.
Emptiness, sadness, always falling apart.
I wonder if things will ever change.
Will I always find myself writing the same entrance?
Etiquetas:
dolor,
pena,
pensamiento,
realidad,
sentimientos,
tristeza,
vida
jueves, 22 de marzo de 2012
Voices In The Woods
If anyone feels like watching a video, I'd really appreciate if you took a look at this short film my classmates and I did as a school project (:
Here are two pics from the backstage:

Un Pez Entre La Multitud

Somos puros hasta el momento en que ingresamos en la sociedad. En ese instante, nos deshacemos de la libertad y ciegamente buscamos los grilletes. Nos perdemos a nosotros mismos en el mar de tormentos y reglas, intentando aferrarnos al más mínimo ápice de esencia que podamos conservar…
Elecciones de la Vida (Random Fragment)
Él no necesitaba que le dijesen cómo era vivir. Conocía demasiado bien lo que respirar significaba e implicaba.
Y, por esa misma razón, había intentado acabar con ello.
Había decidido desistir y anular el contrato que otra persona había firmado por él al nacer. Nadie elige vivir. Uno simplemente vive se decía a sí mismo con aflicción. Pero yo elegí morir pensó tristemente y heme aquí, tan vivo y vacío como siempre.
miércoles, 21 de marzo de 2012
Those Beautiful Days

I enjoy being who I am now but... hell, I'd love to go back.
Not to change things but to live them all over again.
How I miss being a child, going to school, singing my lungs out when I heard my favorite song.
I miss innocence and dreams. I miss those beautiful days.
Etiquetas:
existencia,
realidad,
reflexión,
sentimientos,
vida
The Big Bang Theory Lover
lunes, 19 de marzo de 2012
Therapy, My Friend
They come to me whenever they feel down and so I listen. We talk for hours and I don't mind, because I care about them and I enjoy being helpful. Y sin embargo parece que sólo existo cuando tienen alguna inquietud o problema para el cual necesitan de mi asistencia u opinión.
It hurts to see those people you consider friends acercándose únicamente cuando quieren algo de mí.
It makes me realize once again how alone I am in this world.
miércoles, 14 de marzo de 2012
I Can't Even Hear Myself Think
I can't even hear myself think.
I need to run away and be alone for a while.
I love you, but this is turning out to be too suffocating for me.
If things go on like this, I might end up losing my mind.
Please, let me hear the voice inside my head.
Please, let me prove myself I'm not dead.
Astros Azules
Juego sin sentido en que se inventan frases utilizando SIEMPRE palabras que comiencen con la misma letra.
(Nonsense game in which you create phrases using ALWAYS words that start with the same letter)
Antes andaba al amanecer, aunque aún atesoro actualmente aquella antigua alquimia. Ante astros azules avanzo, analizando alteraciones astrológicas. Adoro aquellas ambivalencias ajenas al análisis arquitectónico antropológico.
Aciertos alternos atribuidos al azar. Arquetipos amorfos asombrosos al alcance absoluto aterrizan ante aquellos admiradores absortos al alba.
domingo, 11 de marzo de 2012
martes, 6 de marzo de 2012
"Seven Deadly Sins"
Honestly, I'm way far from being a christian and I do not support the ideas church and religion have about most things, but I must say these images are really cool.
(I don't see them as sins but as a result of a fucked up morality, but anyway...)






(I don't see them as sins but as a result of a fucked up morality, but anyway...)







Etiquetas:
belleza,
enfermedad,
estética,
existencia,
filosofía,
ira,
materialismo,
narcisismo,
orgullo,
perfección,
religión,
vida
domingo, 4 de marzo de 2012
Oel ngati kame
Rick Okon as Lukas

Don't ever let anyone tell you who you are supposed to be. Nobody will know that better than yourself. (:
Etiquetas:
aceptación,
discriminación,
movie,
sexualidad,
vida
Honestly, Sir
Yes sir, I'm constantly rejected.
And yes sir, endlessly misunderstood.
But no sir, no-one ever tried to get me
Oh no sir, for them I'm just no good.
Every Step Of The Way
I know it might take some time before getting where we want in life, but the key is to just enjoy every step of the way.
martes, 28 de febrero de 2012
I Thank Myself
I've been looking for something for so long... not really knowing what I was looking for until I found it.
I thank myself for not giving up on me. For knowing I deserved better, even when nobody knew how I felt.
Sometimes, when you feel completely lost, you just need to stay still for a while. Breathe. Watch. Learn. Get things straight. Slowly, it will all start making sense.
You'll realize there's no reason to believe you're messed up.
You'll realize just how simple you are.
Because, in your own way, you are perfect.
You are fucking perfect.
Etiquetas:
aceptación,
pensamiento,
realidad,
sentimientos,
sexualidad,
vida
Nothing but Me
From this moment on, I promise to be nothing but what I want to be.
Promise to make up my mind and get it right. Things will change. I'll make them change.
Sometimes all we need is a little push in the right direction.
It won't be easy. I will let people down and they will disappoint me as well. But life isn't fair, and I wasn't born to please everyone else and be miserable for the rest of my life.
From this moment on, I will be nothing but ME.
Etiquetas:
análisis,
belleza,
disfraz,
evolución,
existencia,
identidad,
reflexión,
sexualidad,
sociedad,
vida
lunes, 27 de febrero de 2012
Hiding
TV Shows / Series: Comedy
Ever Get Tired Of...
-Don't you ever get tired of being arrogant?
>Don't you ever get tired of breathing?
Drama Movies
-Have you seen any good drama movie lately?
>What for? If I wanted to cry, I could always just take a look at my life.
viernes, 17 de febrero de 2012
Esperar
Todo lo que escribo suena estúpido. Hasta lo que siento es tonto.
No puedo esperar que los demás me comprendan cuando ni siquiera yo misma puedo descifrar quién soy.
No puedo esperar que crean en mí si soy yo quien más desconfía.
No puedo esperar que me acepten como soy si temo mostrar mi verdadero yo.
No puedo esperar que los demás me comprendan cuando ni siquiera yo misma puedo descifrar quién soy.
No puedo esperar que crean en mí si soy yo quien más desconfía.
No puedo esperar que me acepten como soy si temo mostrar mi verdadero yo.
sábado, 11 de febrero de 2012
She Gave Me Hope
And maybe now the only thing that is keeping me away from you is distance. It would be meaningless trying to reach you right now.
But darling, you've just done the worst thing you could ever do.
You gave a lost woman hope.
Hope which was nowhere to be found has suddenly reappeared and I'm worried I won't be able to face disappointment.
Autoconvicción Sentimental
Tengo una facilidad impresionante para autogenerar sentimientos. Logro convencerme de que deseo, amo, odio, aborrezco a alguien con una simpleza extraña pero real. Me pregunto por qué.
Y, sobre todo, me pregunto por qué busco desarrollar los sentimientos equivocados una y otra vez.
Testaruda.
Que llueva
Necesito construir una nueva realidad en mi mente y vivir a partir de ella o voy a dejar de vivir completa y definitivamente.
Quiero encontrar una motivación suficiente como para seguir existiendo.
Ojalá llueva inspiración para un artista frustado.
Ojalá llueva vida para reanimar este cadáver.
Fallas de Fábrica
Una falla más para agregar a la lista.
¿Cómo puedo estar tan jodida?
Depresión, bipolaridad, cuestionamientos sexuales diarios, desmotivación, desencanto, soledad.
Los problemas no se van por arte de magia, pero creo que pesarían mucho menos si a alguien le importase lo que sucede con este estúpido individuo.
domingo, 5 de febrero de 2012
The Weakness
I'm the kind of person who pretends to be strong and everything. You know, not crying, laughing when something hurts just to hide how I truly feel.
Maybe those things once fooled me.
But they don't anymore. They don't, and I'm stuck drowning in my own misery. Thinking about how nice it would be to find someone that could see through this stupid mask. Someone that says "it's alright".
I don't think I can handle the weight on my shoulders for too long.
I used to be alone but not lonely. Now emptiness and loneliness have turned into giant ghosts and it's driving me mad.
I seriously need to find a way to solve this, or I might freak out completely.
Just saying.
Confessions Of A Sad, Pathetic Girl
Thinking out loud:
Funny thing is, I totally know why I'm not over you.
And it's so damn pathetic.
I'm so pathetic.
I'm not going to say I didn't like you, because I definitely did, but I don't feel that way anymore.
The only reason why I still think about you now and again is that I just don't have anyone else to think of.
It's sad. Holding on to something just because you know that's all you'll get.
I'm not tired of love. I'm just tired of being the only one who it seems to run away from. Not one single person actually liked me.
And some people wonder why do I have such a low self-esteem. Well, there's your answer. Because nobody will ever look at me.
I'm old enough to know that when people stare at me, they don't really SEE me. They talk to me, get what they want from me and then it's just "it was nice meeting you girl, bye".
So sick of it.
So sick of not being taken seriously.
So sick of not being loved.
Love Drunk
miércoles, 25 de enero de 2012
La Biblioteca
Entrar allí fue como dejar parte de la carga que llevaba sobre mis hombros arriba de uno de los estantes de madera de caoba recién barnizada.
Incapacidad de Observación.
Caí en la cuenta entonces de qué poco uso le damos a nuestra capacidad de observación. Solía ensimismarme tanto que todo lo demás pasaba a ser secundario, ignorando cosas que podrían haber resultado de algún valor.
Hurts like Hell
When you open up your mind and heart to someone.
And that person just ignores what you are saying and pretends you never said a word.
Just for the record, it hurts like hell.
sábado, 14 de enero de 2012
Can't Even Think Straight
Not again. The last couple of entrances are all about the same bloody thing, and it's not that i'm repetitive... it's that they keep on saying those words. Destructive. Negative.
Wish I didn't care... wish I didn't fucking care.
Sometimes I really feel like asking if they would still love me if I were gay. I don't want to know the answer.
It would hurt too much.
I'd love them to watch "Prayers For Bobby". Maybe THAT would make them understand how sad and horrible it is when people don't accept you for who you are.
Damn.
I don't believe in God, but if there is:
- Let people accept me for who I am or let me stop caring about it.
Etiquetas:
discriminación,
dolor,
realidad,
rechazo,
tristeza
viernes, 13 de enero de 2012
Hello, This Is You Speaking.
Infeliz.
Esos instantes en que me considero una completa asesina internamente.
Segundos en que comprendo que guardo tanto rencor en mí que acabará causando daño de una manera u otra.
Momentos en que recuerdo que jamás me permitiré lastimar a alguien más que a mi misma.
Horas en que reconozco que sigo siendo la misma infeliz.
Construyendo Realidades
Me paso la vida esperando. Espero el momento adecuado para actuar. El momento correcto para comenzar. El momento indicado para detenerme... No existe un momento. Debo crear esos instantes, puesto que el mundo no gira en torno a mi ser.
Necesito dejar de planificar mi vida en base a supuestos y comenzar a tejer el telar de mi existencia. Debo olvidar el plano de una vez y comenzar a construir, o será demasiado tarde para habitar la vivienda.
All Time Low May 19
ERROR 404: Humanity Not Found?
I've always felt rejected, but nowadays I think it's just too much.
Those who I care about the most are constantly laughing at me, criticizing the way I look. And I don't mind that they don't see me as a pretty girl, but I do mind when they look disgusted and say "you look like a dude" or "now lets just call you Alexander"...
Wish they knew how hurtful those words are. I am what I am... and if it wasn't for them, I'd actually be happy with myself.
I don't need to be perfect. I just need them to accept me for who I am.
I'm a woman.
I feel like dressing and acting as both woman AND man.
Face it.
It feels different, unique and awesome.
I'm a woman.
I'm attracted to both women AND men.
Face it.
I'm bisexual.
And now it doesn't matter if I'm a woman.
The only thing that matters, is that I'M HUMAN.
Etiquetas:
discriminación,
realidad,
rechazo,
tristeza
domingo, 8 de enero de 2012
Someone
When people ask me if I have a boyfriend, my immediate reaction is to laugh and say "oh, thank god NO. Too much drama."
The truth?
Sometimes I wish I had someone to count on. Someone to share. Someone to take care of. Someone who cares... Someone.
It makes me feel so empty to realize I'm this lonely. Because I like to pretend I'm fine, but I'm tired of being on my own.
jueves, 5 de enero de 2012
Joroschó
martes, 3 de enero de 2012
Nothing but a Clown

Once again, I put on a mask and interpret this beautiful and perfectly executed story of endless lies. It seems I can't get off the stage. Why am I forced to live through someone else?
People need to be entertained and it feels like I've been the one chosen to perform in order to keep them happy.
What about my happiness? What about the things I want or need?
Well, the answer is that nobody cares about my will.
The truth is, though I've always felt bad about them, I'm nothing but a clown.
A freak built by them for their exclusive amusement.
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