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miércoles, 31 de octubre de 2012

My God is the one who makes beautiful things out of those times when I hate myself, when I fall from grace, when I feel hurting, while I can't breath because of all the sadness, when they reject me, when I can't stand the situation, when out of tears he makes a beautiful picture.

Yep, that's my Shepherd ♥

martes, 30 de octubre de 2012

Cómo si el haber dejado eso haya sido por pura razón facultativa.
Cuando amas mucho es fàcil
el tema es cuando se vuelve rutina.

lunes, 29 de octubre de 2012

In the middle of not knowing what's going on, he replies my smile back with those sincere eyes and beautiful curles.

Blood and tears.
domingo, 28 de octubre de 2012



I've heard that sacrifice is giving up something you love for something you love even more.

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jueves, 25 de octubre de 2012

Cambiar tardes de sentimientos por tardes encerrada en un estudio.
Cambiar zapatos por lápices y colores,
pasos de bailes por viajes largos...
Cambiar lo que yo pienso por lo que Vos pensas.


TIRA
TIRA
Y
MUCHO

Love is so damn easy.
miércoles, 24 de octubre de 2012

Dios, todo mi soundtrack de vida y flashes de mi adolescencia en un video.


Ay! Cómo tira esa otra parte de mi que procure matar hace menos de un mes.
¿Por qué?
¿Por qué esto? ¿Por qué esta cabecita?
Porque corazoncito mío, te embolas solo.

tenkiu

Aunque muchas veces sea la peor persona y basuree en demasía, Dios en su gran amor y gracia me regala amigas que creí no volver a ver jamás.


martes, 16 de octubre de 2012

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In those times when convictions and dreams get in the very same road, and both of them pull me so bad.
One makes my heart happy, the another one makes my soul feel alive; I could fit them both in the very same box but at some point I couldn't handle it because I'm not that kind of person who knows how to stand up for what she thinks it's good. This world doesn't do these things your way.
If you like it, that's alright, if you don't, that's also alright and you've got the door there.

If you've got to the point where you get to the very bottom to see what you love more, you know what I mean.
Where your pillow is full of tears, you're abandonding yourself and you make up your mind that's better have Him forever in your arms than anything, throwing your very deep dreams to the sea to see what turns out from it in His hands.



sábado, 13 de octubre de 2012

No soporto que alguien me viva fumando y no me diga las cosas claras.

No hace falta nada.
jueves, 11 de octubre de 2012


¿Y si duramos más que UN mes?

No te parece?

martes, 9 de octubre de 2012

It's so weird, she stays but I leave.
I need her to be here but I don't apreacciate her.

Without her is feeling like the world and all this hate on my shoulders.

September 14th: the night I would never be the same.

It's much more than unexplainable, but I've got all this on my throat, that I cannot even think if she's still here.
Everything was almost well, why do these things hit us so hard that we cannot even think about anything else and worst of all forget the creator of such beautiful thing as her, my Dad, my Lord, my beloved, the arms I run when I feel like this.

Grace is like oxygen.
I so hate myself sometimes, and now is this time.

I just hold all this inside.
And I can't anymore and not again. Not again the breakthrough, I know You do it because you love me but I just wanna cover myself up with pillows and listen to this song on repeat.

I wanna feel redemption but again all these long nights?


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miércoles, 3 de octubre de 2012



"When we long for life without difficulties, remind us that oaks grow strong in contrary winds and diamonds are made under pressure”"

I've been crying a lot lately.

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"Do not gloat over me, my enemy! Though I have fallen, I will rise.
Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light." Micah 7.8


Natalia. UBA freshman. Filmmaker-to-be. Musical theatre student. Fan of life. 22. Old-school girl.

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