domingo, 28 de septiembre de 2008

No falla




Manos frías,
corazón caliente.

S



jueves, 25 de septiembre de 2008

Kiss me right now or I'll fucking scream

"This is you. Eyes closed, out in the rain. You never thought you'd be doing something like this, you never saw yourself as, I don't know how you'd describe it... Is like one of those people who like looking up at the moon, who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or... I guess you know the kind of people I'm talking about. Maybe you don't. Anyway, you kind of like being like this, fighting the cold, feeling the water seep through your shirt and getting through your skin. And the feel of the ground growing soft beneath your feet. And the smell. And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves. All the things they talked about in the books you haven't read. This is you, who would have guessed it? You."



[My Life Without Me]

jueves, 18 de septiembre de 2008

martes, 16 de septiembre de 2008

Fried Green Tomatoes

"Aunque esté sentada aquí en la residencia Rose Terrace, mentalmente me estoy dando cuenta de un plato de tomates verdes fritos en el café de Whistle Stop".

Mrs. Virginia Threadgoode
June 1986