"si vienes, por ejemplo a las 4 de la tarde desde las 3 comenzaría a ser dichoso"

the perks of being a wallflower

"Even if we dont have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there"

Aunque baje caliente. Después enfría fácilmente. Goteando hasta inundar. Jugando kamikazmente. Levantose mordaz. No ña observadora. ¿Para qué rogar? Solo tenia un viejo whisky xenófobo, yankee. Zacate.

Just like when you look at the rain fall, and you are listening to some music. Those lyrics and the melody that lifts you. And tears stream down on your face. You are out of yourself, you are somewhere else.. Feels so good to cry when no one is watching. pressure leaving your body. Rain stops so does music. once again you are holding back that feeling, Those feelngs. Once again you find yourself smiling. We love the sun. Still sometimes it can be darker than the sky on a rainy day.

"I hate you" were the words she told the one she loved the most. Ironic, isn't it?
She didn't really hate him. She actually wish she could.

You know that moment very well, I know you do.
I know you have been through it. We aren't shallow.

We are probably stubborn.
That moment when you think you should let go.
 Maybe you can let go. Still you feel you can't.
Really you dont wan't to let go.