20.4.15

A poem.

You claim you've got the answers to everything,
that you've been through this too.
Don't you see you've got it all wrong?
I am me and you are you;
we are completely different
and still you think I'm inside your shoes.

By all means, resent me,
pretend I don't exist.
We both know what you're really mad at,
and it certainly isn't me.
It doesn't matter if I change,
if I finally feel free,
'cause for you there's only one winner,
and for that you lost me.

14.4.15

Sobre gustos hay mucho escrito.






Creo que las cosas que más nos gustan nos definen en formas que sólo otra persona puede notar.
Esas que traemos con nosotros desde muy chicos, y las que nos deslumbran a medida que vamos creciendo. Una canción que escuchaban tus papás todo el tiempo, el programa que veías todas las tardes tomando la merienda después del colegio, ese libro que te hizo entender que estabas creciendo, una melodía que marcó los primeros signos de tu rebeldía.
Todas esas cosas que no entendés cómo es que no las ama todo el mundo con la misma intensidad que vos, y que al mismo tiempo agradecés que poca gente las comprende y que vos sos uno de esos afortunados.
Inconscientemente se impregnan en nuestra ropa, en las palabras que usamos, en nuestros gestos, en lo que pensamos, en nuestra manera de sentir.
Por eso disfruto tanto de conocer los gustos de las personas que quiero. Siento que, así, te encontrás con un pedazo de su alma. Desaparecen los prejuicios; ya no pensás en si tiene onda o no, o "posta te gusta esto?", ves al otro encendiéndose y automáticamente te contagia de todo eso que él sí ve y vos no podías ver antes ahí. Y entonces entendés por qué somos como somos. Por qué cada uno es tan único y diferente. Somos un conjunto de ecuaciones de diversos factores. Con algunas partes más fraccionadas que otras.
Lo que es imprescindible para mí, para otro puede ser detestable o fútil, y algunos ni siquiera saben que existe o lo notaron. 

Qué cosa eso, no?

The heart wants what it wants.

When I was on, when I was on stage, and I was thinking of... I felt like I know, I know him though, and I know that, and I know his heart. And I know what he wouldn't do to hurt me, but I didn't realize that I-I-I-feeling so confident, feeling so great about myself, and then it just be completely shattered by one thing, by something so stupid... but then you make me feel crazy, you make me feel like it's my fault.

I was in pain.

7.4.15

It's a mad, mad world




How hard is it to find a guy that likes the same weird shit you do and is also cute and kinda sexy but not too much cause then he would get to cocky and nobody looks better than me bitch and he's also really funny like so funny he makes me laugh the shit out of me so hard I think I'd might die kind of funny and knows a whole lot of movie references such as Nobody Puts Baby In A Corner or Does It Look Like A Bitch so we can spend the entire weekend binge whatching our favorite shows on Netflix and who also enjoys cooking just as much as I do and he loves cats like LOOOVES cats and he's sensitive but also quite manly and he's got to have great arms it's imperative that he has awesome arms like just perfect to wrap me up like a burrito and eat me and he must love burritos actually he needs to like almost every kind of food so suck it and basically who's as much crazy as I am.

Because that's what you really need.
Someone to share the same madness with.