"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.

♥