viernes, 28 de noviembre de 2014

I'd lie - Taylor Swift




Ella siempre con la palabra precisa. 




I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes

He'll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
He tells a joke I fake a smile
That I know all his favorite songs and

I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

He looks around the room
Innocently he overlooks the truth
Shouldn't a light go on?
Doesn't he know I've had him memorized for so long?

He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine

I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie

He stands there then walks away
My God, if I could only say
I'm holding every breath for you
He'd never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is, "My god, he's beautiful"
So I put on my make up and pray for a miracle

Yes, I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue oh and it kills me
His sister's beautiful, he has his father's eyes
And if you asked me if I love him
If you ask me if I love him, I'd lie


viernes, 21 de noviembre de 2014

Trilogías

Empezamos una nueva trilogía mental, de estas que no me dejan ni dormir a gusto, sin dormir sin sueños (o con sueños que no recuerdo).

Nueva época de autotorturarse. Pero sinceramente, ¿a quién no le gusta sentirse así?

Es divertido. Da morbo. No siempre la historia tiene por qué tener un final trágico... A veces el antagonista se transforma, y renuncia a ser el líder de la mafia para vivir en su retiro espiritual. Porque las conexiones espirituales logran que deje de ser una mala persona.

Esta vez no habrá protagonista, solo un antagonista, y además muy guapo. Y hasta aquí por hoy.




jueves, 13 de noviembre de 2014

Van Halen - I'm hot for teacher

Got it bad, got it bad, got it bad, 
I'm hot for teacher. 
I got it bad, so bad, 
I'm hot for teacher. 




Pues eso.

lunes, 10 de noviembre de 2014

Muy random xD

No sé qué es peor, si los enamoramientos sin sentido o el gran vacío que siento desde hace no sé ya cuánto tiempo.

Me dedicaré a pensar en Zac y en cómo puede ser posible que cada día esté más bueno.