I’ve gone too far to go back now
Something tells me good things are coming
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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