The One Week Digital Cleanse

the truth hurts worse than anything i could bring myself to do, to you dice:
http://jhnmyr.tumblr.com/
hacemos eso?
jajajaja
Tuni dice: uuuuuuuuh
re da
dale :D

Guidelines:

*email only from laptop or desktop computers

*cell phones can only be used to make calls, and no text messages or e-mails are allowed - if you receive a text, you must reply in voice over the phone. E-mails must be returned from a laptop or desktop computer.

*no use of Twitter or any other social networking site - this includes reading as well as posting.

*no visiting of any entertainment or gossip sites. (No need to detail which ones - you know what they are.)

Ufff...

listo. me aburrí del título y la imagen de este blog y decidí cambiarlos.

Dudo que queden así por mucho tiempo pero me gustan más que sus antecesores.
xx

*edit*
sí al minimalismo: chau foto. just title.

"Scar tissue has no character. It's not like skin. It doesn't show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It's like a slip cover. It shields and disguises what's beneath. That's why we grow it; we have something to hide. "

Aqui é mais legal

Tuni dice:
*http://www.wikihow.com/Respect-Yourself
*ese lo leiste a principio de año, no?
*JAJAJA
vio dice:
*qué?tratando de volver a tener dignidad dsp de porto? e.e
Tuni dice:
*JAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAA
*FORRA

te amo, V ♥ :)

Moon River

Paul Varjak: You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

asdasdasd. falta una semana para mi b-day y no sé qué hacer.

Yes! We Have No Bananas

"A woman happily in love, she burns the souffle. A woman unhappily in love, she forgets to turn on the oven."

[Sabrina puts a romantic record on the phonograph]
- Sabrina.
- Yes?
- Do you mind if we turn this off?
- Why?
[pained] - Because.
- Don't you like it?
- I used to like it.
[Sabrina takes the record off]

- Certain songs bring back certain memories to me too.

Shakespeare in Love

Viola De Lesseps: [to her Nurse] I will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all. No... not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that... over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love - like there has never been in a play.

♥

"Dios existe...


y se llama cerdo"

- Lola Maffrand, 30 de junio de 2009.

No puedo estar más contenta. La vacaciones que tanto quería están por llegar :)

Buy You A Drank

"- Santii. dónde estás?
- en lo de una amiga
- en lo de un amigo?
- en lo de una amiga
- qué amigo?
- Cami Chamó
- pero eso no es un amigooo!"

JAJAJJAJAJA. los efectos del alcohol.

Fachita Brad

Tenía que subir algo a este abandonado blog... here it is :)

Tyler Durden ♥

(ahora voy a hacer algo que V odia :P)

Ayer teatro + burger con los chicos de teatro.

A la noche vinieron V, S y P a casa y comimos y tomamos y comimos y...

después fuimos al cumpleaños con más onda y juventud del 2009. JAJAJA

xx

Listening

no sé a ustedes pero los feriados a mí me deprimen y me pongo melancólica & stuff.

Tuni dice:
*ay, me acuerdo cuando orne saltaba en sus clases con un "marta, sos la numero uno (8)"
*jajajajaja
*la CARA de marta
Tuni escribe:
O! dice:
*ajjaajajajajajajajajajajaja
Pervii dice:
*jajajajajajajjajajaj xD
*mea cuerdo que nos retabaa cuando ni estabamo hablando}
*era tipo lopez y piñel DEJEN DE HABLAR
*y nosotras .. pero no estabamo hablando!
*y toda la clase cagandose de risa

y sí, así era martita.

Tuni dice:
JAJAJA
te acordas de las típicas páginas que burlaban a los emo kids y mostraban como sería una conversación entre emos?
s o ph. dice:
sisi
Tuni dice:
s o ph. dice:
buscaba fotos de gente linda :)
vos?
Tuni dice:
busco un crack o maneras de burlar un trial :)
conversación entre geeks (Y)
s o ph. dice:
AJAJAJAJA

I was regarded as the school freak which further reinforced a lot of inhibitions and doubts I had about myself. I was a shy, frightened teenager for a long time.

- Winona Ryder

I'm not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I've always been a freak. So I've been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I'm one of those people.

- John Lennon

"Don't flatter yourself that friendship authorizes you to say disagreeable things to your intimates. The nearer you come into relation with a person, the more necessary do tact and courtesy become. Except in cases of necessity, which are rare, leave your friend to learn unpleasant things from his enemies; they are ready enough to tell them."

- Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809 - 1894), The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table, 1858

"When the character of a man is not clear to you, look at his friends."

"In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. "

- Martin Luther King Jr. (1929 - 1968)

Para Meli

Never explain--your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.

- Elbert Hubbard (1856 - 1915)

S.O.S. Sos Una Rica Banana

"Mientras que tu viejo labura y labura
todas las mañanas, tras el mostrador
vos, como buen hijo, sos tan caradura
que si él gana un mango, vas gastando dos"

La Barrera

Un paso más atrás. Dos más atrás. Tres. Ahí está bien. Ya está la barrera formada. Una baldosa más acá. Un momento. Ante todo, sacar las cosas del arco. Hay botellas debajo de la pileta. Ya la otra vez cagó una. Y dos sifones. El blindado no es nada, pero el otro puede reventar, y los sifones revientan y los pedacitos de vidrio saltan y se meten en los ojos de uno. Bien juntas las macetas de la barrera. El arquero muy nervioso. Miguel Tornino frente al balón. Atención. El rubio Miguel Tornino frente al balón. Una mano en la cintura. La otra también. La mano sacándose el pelo de la frente. La transpiración de la frente. De los ojos. Hay silencio en el estadio. Es la siesta. Hasta el Negro se ha quedado quieto. Resignado a ser simple espectador de ese tiro libre de carácter directo que ya tiene como seguro ejecutor a Miguel Tornino, que estudia con los ojos entrecerrados el ángulo de tiro, el hueco que le deja la barrera, la luz que atisba entre la pierna derecha del recio mediovolante de la visita y la pata de portland de la maceta grandota del culantrillo. Un solo grito en el estadio: Miguel, Miguel. El público de pie ante ésta, la última oportunidad del Racing Club cuando sólo faltan dos minutos para que finalice el match. Habrá que apurarse antes de que vuelva a adelantarse la barrera o el Negro insista en morder la pelota y hacerla cagar como el otro día que la pinchó el muy boludo. Sonó el silbato. Habrá que pegarle de chanfle interno. La cara interna del pie diestro de Miguel Tornino, el pibe de las inferiores debutante hoy le dará al balón casi de costado, tal vez de abajo, con no mucha fuerza pero sí con satánica precisión para que ese fulbo describa una rara comba sobre la cabeza de los asombrados defensores, sobre el despeinado pirincho del helecho de la segunda maceta y se cuele entre el travesaño, el poste, el postrer manotazo de la lata de aceite Cocinero que se ha lucido hasta el momento. ¡Tiró Tornino...! y... se hizo mimbre en el aire el arquero ante el latigazo insólito de curva inesperada y con la punta de los dos dedos allá voló la lata a la mierda, carajo que ladra el Negro, sí mamá... sí la guardo... está bien... pero mirá vos cómo la viene a sacar este guacho.

"Ladies, gentlemen. Let's see who wins the prize for keeping their cool. Simon says, everybody down on the floor. Now, nobody loses their head, then nobody lose their head. Ahhh, you sir. Yeah, you do the honors. Take that cash and put it in that bag right there, and you got an amazing story to tell all your friends. If not, well, you got a tag on your toe. You decide. It's simple as that."

Thelma & Louise

Louise: Get off her or I'm gonna splatter your brains all over this nice car.
Harlan: [Getting off of Thelma] Easy, we're just having a little fun.
Louise: Sounds like you got a real fucked up idea of fun. Turn around. In the future, when a woman's crying like that, she isn't having any fun!
Harlan: Bitch! I shoulda gone ahead and fucked her!
Louise: Why did you say?
Harlan: I said suck my cock. [Louise shoots him]



J.D.: So, tell me something, Miss Thelma. How is it you ain't got any kids? I mean God gets you something special, I think you oughta pass it on.

Thelma: Well, Daryl, that's my husband. J.D.: Daryl?

Thelma: Yeah, he says he's not ready yet. He says he's still too much of a kid himself. He kinda prides himself on being infantile.

Louise: He's got a lot to be proud of.

Thelma: Louise and him don't get along.

Louise: That's putting it mildly.

Thelma: She thinks he's a pig.

Louise: I KNOW he's a pig.





Louise Sawyer: You finally got laid properly, I'm so proud.




Thelma Dickerson: [with a cliff in front of them and cops behind them]

Thelma Dickerson: OK, then listen; let's not get caught.

Louise Sawyer: What're you talkin' about?

Thelma Dickerson: Let's keep goin'!

Louise Sawyer: What d'you mean?

Thelma Dickerson: ...Go.

Thelma Dickerson: [Thelma nods ahead of them]

Louise Sawyer: You sure?

Thelma Dickerson: Yeah.




Thelma: Louise, shoot the radio

Louise: [she fires at the radio]

Thelma: The *police* radio, Louise!




Thelma: Good morning everybody, this is a robbery. Now if nobody loses their head, nobody will lose their head. Now Simon says everybody lay down on the floor, except you sir. You'll have a story to tell your friends, or a tag on your toe, it's your decision, now you take this bag and empty the cash register into it. Store clerk: Yes ma'am.

Thelma: Let's see who wins a prize for keeping their cool. Now you sir, lay back down, thank you. Can we get a couple of Wild Turkeys too? Store clerk: Sure ma'am.

Thelma: Thank you, now everybody just stay down on the floor until I leave, thank you for your cooperation and have a good day.

Screaming Infidelities

I'm missing your laugh,
How did it break?
And when did your eyes
Begin to look fake?
I hope you're as happy as you're pretending

I'm cuddling close to blankets and sheets
I am alone in my defeat
I wish I knew you were safely at home

I'm missing your bed, I never sleep.
Avoiding the spots where we'd have to speak.
And this bottle of beast is taking me home.

Well as for now I'm gonna hear the saddest songs,
And sit alone and wonder...
How you're making out.
And as for me I wish that I was anywhere, with anyone...
Making out.

Palabras

"Un buen escritor expresa grandes cosas con pequeñas palabras; a la inversa del mal escritor, que dice cosas insignificantes con palabras grandiosas"

ay, nunca estuve tan de acuerdo con vos, Ernesto :)

Pretty Woman

Vivian: When I was a little girl, my mama used to lock me in the attic when I was bad, which was pretty often. And I would- I would pretend I was a princess... trapped in a tower by a wicked queen. And then suddenly this knight... on a white horse with these colors flying would come charging up and draw his sword. And I would wave. And he would climb up the tower and rescue me. But never in all the time... that I had this dream did the knight say to me, "Come on, baby, I'll put you up in a great condo."

[after meeting Vivian]

Elizabeth Stuckey: She's wonderful! Where ever did you find her?

Edward Lewis: 976-BABE.

Vivian: So, what's your name?

Edward Lewis: Edward.

Vivian: Really? That's my favorite name in the whole world.

Vivian: You're late.

Edward Lewis: You're stunning.

Vivian: You're forgiven.

Vivian: People put you down enough, you start to believe it.

Edward Lewis: I think you are a very bright, very special woman.

Vivian: The bad stuff is easier to believe. You ever notice that?

Edward Lewis: People's reactions to opera the first time they see it is very dramatic; they either love it or they hate it. If they love it, they will always love it. If they don't, they may learn to appreciate it, but it will never become part of their soul.

Vivian: I was in here yesterday, you wouldn't wait on me.
Shop assistant: Oh.
Vivian: You people work on commission, right?
Shop assistant: Yeah.

Vivian: Big mistake. Big. Huge. I have to go shopping now.

Edward Lewis: Impossible relationships. My special gift is impossible relationships.

Tuni dice:
JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJJAJAJAJA
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"LA REVIS"
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ENVIDIAN MI PODER CARLOS dice:
TE ODIO HIJA DE PUTA
SE LO DISTE A DANTE
ENVIDIAN MI PODER CARLOS dice:
LOS ODIO
YA VAN A VER
ahora me voy a suicidar y voy a salir en la seventeen en REAL LIFE
"sus amigos la bulliaron"
JAJAJAJAJAJA
Tuni dice:
JAJAJAJAJAJAJA
OJALA la seventeen
por ese blog
vas a salir en
GENIOS

te quiero, ambientalista arrepentida ♥

The Big Bang Theory

Tuni dice:
me gustas cuando callas
porque estas como ausente (?)
sophhie dice:
._.
Tuni dice:
"sophhie (Ausente)"
JAJAJAJA

cosas de geeks... Dan y Vio me entienden :)

este blog está crucificado, muerto y sepultado ._. pero no me importa mucho porque tengo vida (?) y no mucho tiempo para actualizarlo :/

el 14 volví de miramar. fueron RE lindas las dos semanas en compañía de Sophie y Pau ♥

love ya, guys :)