WOULDN'T LIFE BE PERFECT IF SWEATPANTS WERE SEXY, MONDAYS WERE FUN, JUNK FOOD DIDN'T MAKE YOU FAT, GIRLS DIDN'T CAUSE SO MUCH DRAMA, GUYS WEREN'T SO CONFUSING AND GOODBYES ONLY MEANT UNTIL TOMORROW?
miércoles, 30 de noviembre de 2011
lunes, 28 de noviembre de 2011
miércoles, 23 de noviembre de 2011
lunes, 21 de noviembre de 2011
sábado, 19 de noviembre de 2011
jueves, 17 de noviembre de 2011
miércoles, 16 de noviembre de 2011
domingo, 13 de noviembre de 2011
sábado, 12 de noviembre de 2011
jueves, 10 de noviembre de 2011
Thoughts
Ever since I read a book last summer, I've been thinking about the importance of last words. Are they actually important? Do they really tell that much about people?
I think the answer is yes.
I guess it's really hard to say goodbye for good. I'm sure of it.
Imagine knowing that soon you'll be gone. Knowing that one day you'll be nothing but a memory to everyone. Even to your closest friends and family. They will keep your stuff and remember you by staring at old photographs.
So what are you going to do about it? What are you going to say?
Whatever you say, those words will be your last words. Your last goodbye.
miércoles, 9 de noviembre de 2011
martes, 8 de noviembre de 2011
Virgin Suicides
Cecilia was the first to go.
Everyone dates the demise of our neighbourhood from the suicides of the Lisbon girls. People saw their clairvoyance in the wiped-out elms, the harsh sunlight and the continuing decline of our auto industry.
Even then, as teenagers, we tried to put the pieces together.
We still can't.
Now whenever we run into each other at lunches or parties we find ourselves going ove the evidence one more time.
All to understand those five girls, who, after all these years, we can't get out of our minds.
lunes, 7 de noviembre de 2011
domingo, 6 de noviembre de 2011
miércoles, 2 de noviembre de 2011
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