[algún día random]

"sos como una tormenta que nunca estalla", rió.
"y vos les ponés nombre a las cosas, para ver si encontrás partes del tuyo."
"nombrame."
"las estrellas."

I remember you. That's the thing.


You are already in the past.


[from ianth's blog]

[07 05 10]

i don't miss you.
i miss the possibility
the wonder
even the surprises
even your smiles
but i don't
i don't miss you.

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i'm addicted to this hurting feeling
the fire, the rain, the desert ground and the cold nights
i'm addicted to silencing my own thoughts
and trying to find something that words can't describe.