Sometimes I´m waiting so hard for something to happen ... that stillness can even make me sick. I can vomit my frustration, my love and my fears. I´m not a teen ager anymore (you know it already, don´t you?) so I can let go, I can erase things from my heart, from my head. And that phone call I´m longing for, becomes nearly transparent, like a reflection on a window.
And of course, when I stop waiting and hoping, I find a message on my phone. I wanted so bad that to happen, and now I am scared to death, and thrilled, dazed and confused.
esatas fotos con el relato de estos estados de ánimo se me hacen adicción
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RépondreSupprimerEs como una fotonovela o una novofotela!! jaja Marvellous!! Je t'adore comme toujours ma petite D!!!!!
Women down below
RépondreSupprimerwaiting on the phone...waiting...waiting...why do we have to wait? why don't we action?
RépondreSupprimerCuanta realidad Dalva. me gusta
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