A few weeks later, the Siamese twins are walking past the man's apartment. Suzie says, "Do you think we should stop and say hello?" And Cheryl says, "I don't know, Do you think he'll remember us?"
I don't feel allowed to care about my hobby - I feel as if I'm always choosing you over it, and that's fine, I make that choice willingly, but you seem upset at the prospect that I even try to find ways to have both. You assume
I don't regret the life that I live and have lived [Text]
Every dissappoinment, rejection, and hurdles I face it nonetheless. I have been down in the black pit at the bottom, and I reach back out. Life is hard. Full of betrayals, cries, death, and loneliness.
SOomos como un árbol y un arbusto: distintos en altura, perfectos para hacernos reír.E acostados en la cama.
Asos inesperados y traviesos frente al espejo,
Cmo los abrazos que me das,
Yomo el agua, transparente y serena.
me gustan las cosas que llevan tu inicial.
Friends purposefully avoided telling me their ghost story (everyone seems to have one for some reason), or about that time their grandmother saw angels in the room or whatever else. I just never really gave much credence to things that didn’t have a concrete explanation.