[ 'can i change your mind?' ]

i may be ugly but they sure love to stare.

i think – i think that i have a pretty fucked up concept of beauty.

anyway, i'm not going to rant about what i think is beautiful (which is very different of what i think is hot or pretty or cute or even nice to the eyes). i'm going to talk nonsense until i got tired.

or maybe i'm going to give myself a reason of why i started to write in english again. i don't know, i assume it's easier. all the music i listen to is in english, also are the movies i watch or the tv-series i follow. i love how the english words come out from my mouth, i love talking dirty in english it's easier and it sounds better (okay I totally blame fanfiction for that one), but really i feel like in english i can say whatever i want and never be wrong about it (ugh, how jack marin of me ¬¬). and thinking in english is something i do every day, so it's easier to write in the same way i think.

that makes sense, somewhere in my head. (and yes caplocks are for suckers).

btw, if someone says that i'm a way too skinny lately i'm going to kill 'em with scissors

cute is what maia aims for. or not

[ 'don't tell me that it's over' ]

the mistake of my lips on yours
is worth it when we breath the same air.

the hand travelling in the skin
patches the want of a tattoo shinning there, or anywhere.

the thrust of chest against chest
is the inner and mutual fight of stopping or not.

the blur of confusion in your eyes
makes sense if we try to see this situation.

we don't.

(don't ask, i don't even now from where the fuck that came from.)

the usual, me

*i hate crushes*

me pregunto si será facil remplazar los ojos claros por la belleza oscura que vi hoy brillar cuando hablaba...
me pregunto si podre olvidar las sonrisas cómplices de tardes agoviantes en favor de la carcajada que hoy me hizo temblar...
me pregunto si podré dejar de lado una voz ronca y acentuada en favor de otra que cuando canta me hace sonreir como niña...
me pregunto si el estilo indefindo podrá cambiarse por este punk-wanna-be con residuos de andá a saber que...
me pregunto si dejaré de sentir la suavidad confusa de tus manos para redescubrir las asperzas que tiene estas otras...
me pregunto como logré olvidar la forma en la que decías vos mi nombre cuando él me llamó esta tarde solo para decirme hola...

...y más me pregunto cuando dejar de buscar excusas para escapar de uno y de otro, si yo ya sé que no voy a decidir ninguna de las dos salidas...


xoxo
maria... porque a veces me olvido lo bonito que puede sonar ese nombre

*mirarte*

why has it been taking so long?
excessive procrastination and indecision-
and a love/hate relationship with words,
-Pete Wentez (that man owns me)

...me gusta mirarte, sabés?...
...y más me gusta que ni te des cuenta de que te estoy mirando...
...porque me hace pensar que esto es juego... que yo te miro y que cuando dejo de mirate vos me mirás... se que no es así, principalmente, porque nunca dejo de mirarte...

xoxo
omgwtf?! is maia again i should stop using jon's ways to sing