Febrero 2012
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All the things she does, written in her diary. But...
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“¿Por qué se suicidan las hojas cuando se sienten amarillas?”
– Pablo Neruda.
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Todavía no lo pongo en mi diario, así que quiero dejarlo escrito: Cuando vi a Morrissey me sentí como cuando ves a la persona que te gusta.
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“She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.”
– Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary.
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“Men always want to be a woman’s first love… What [women] like is to be a man’s...”
– Oscar Wilde
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“sad yet glad”
the bends
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.
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Six days of camp, and on the seventh: Morrissey. See you soon.
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