Romance of sadness
Dig up her bones but leave the soul alone.
All of your pieces
La boca del lobo siempre me pareció un rincón apetecible en el que acurrucarme a dormir.
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Sí a todo.
Desde mi habitación, con un termo entero de café en mi cuerpo, aproximadamente 2000 pulsaciones/min y ante la incapacidad de escuchar cualquier canción que me sumerja en un estado de excitación superior al que ahora mismo padezco por miedo a que mi corazón termine estampado contra la pared de enfrente recurro, una vez más, a una canción tranquilita. Descubrimiento del día.
Be my map, and we’ll leave with all the treasure we can grab
“Did you think i was a city big enough for a weekend getaway I am the town surrounding it the one you've never heard of but always pass through there are no neon lights here no skyscapers or statues but there is thunder for I make bridges tremble I am not street meat i am homemade jam thick enough to cut the sweetest thing you lips will touch I am not police sirens I am the crackle of a fireplace I'd burn you and you still couldn't take your eyes off of me cause I'd look so beautiful doing it you'd blush I am not a hotel room I am home I am not the whiskey you want I am the water you need don't come here with expectations and try to make a vacation out of me” Rupi Kaur
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