Soy bastante repugnante en mi sentimentalidad.
And make no mistake, my friend, your pointless life will end; but before you go, can you look at the truth?
Don’t talk to me about people who are ‘nice’, because I’ve spent my whole life in ruins over people who are ‘nice’.
I called to wish you an unhappy birthday because you’re evil and you lie and if you should die I may feel slightly sad, but I won’t cry.
I can chase you, and I can catch you,
but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.
You may feel anxiety or sadness. Whatever you feel, feel it. That’s how we release.
Finalmente me dormí, hablándome de ti
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20 de junio(via elenfoquedemisletras)
These pains you feel are messengers. Listen to them.