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Orwell

literarystarbucks:

George Orwell goes up to the counter, looks around suspiciously, and leaves. He only drinks coffee from independent shops.

Yo que tengo ojeras de hace mil eternidades, que no consigo soñarte, que no he podido arrojarme a la noche desde que no estás. Yo que sigo queriéndote a centímetros, a tiempo detenido, a te quieros no dichos. Yo que traigo pendiente dos cafés contigo y cada tres horas te extraño. Yo que te pienso más en los días sin viento, que te escribo pensando que me lees. Yo, que te quise, que te quiero y te querré.
ideasviajando (M. Sierra Villanueva)

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remember this?

remember this?

(Source: touchinggirls)

RIP Miri.

RIP Miri.

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Every woman’s heart has different instructions. They are written through her eyes, in her smile, through her actions and in her tears. She just has to find someone who cares enough to read them.
– (via touchinggirls)
Your chromosomes have combined quite beautifully.
It’s horrible, craving you like this.

Orwell

literarystarbucks:

George Orwell goes up to the counter, looks around suspiciously, and leaves. He only drinks coffee from independent shops.

Yo que tengo ojeras de hace mil eternidades, que no consigo soñarte, que no he podido arrojarme a la noche desde que no estás. Yo que sigo queriéndote a centímetros, a tiempo detenido, a te quieros no dichos. Yo que traigo pendiente dos cafés contigo y cada tres horas te extraño. Yo que te pienso más en los días sin viento, que te escribo pensando que me lees. Yo, que te quise, que te quiero y te querré.
ideasviajando (M. Sierra Villanueva)

(Source: ideasviajando, via sandeeblue)

(Source: touchinggirls)

remember this?

remember this?

(Source: touchinggirls)

RIP Miri.

RIP Miri.

(Source: amercantiger, via ohsuziequeue)

Every woman’s heart has different instructions. They are written through her eyes, in her smile, through her actions and in her tears. She just has to find someone who cares enough to read them.
– (via touchinggirls)
Your chromosomes have combined quite beautifully.
It’s horrible, craving you like this.

(via marci1900)

(Source: weheartit.com, via silly-luv)

Orwell
"Yo que tengo ojeras de hace mil eternidades, que no consigo soñarte, que no he podido arrojarme a la noche desde que no estás. Yo que sigo queriéndote a centímetros, a tiempo detenido, a te quieros no dichos. Yo que traigo pendiente dos cafés contigo y cada tres horas te extraño. Yo que te pienso más en los días sin viento, que te escribo pensando que me lees. Yo, que te quise, que te quiero y te querré."
"Every woman’s heart has different instructions. They are written through her eyes, in her smile, through her actions and in her tears. She just has to find someone who cares enough to read them."
"Your chromosomes have combined quite beautifully."
"It’s horrible, craving you like this."

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computer science and middle eastern studies. i'm a proud cancer. read about me, ask me, or read my blog.

I’d like to travel back to when the Summer of Love seemed about to re-write all the rules forever. Ideally, I’d wake in some cedarwood pavilion in Old Kyoto, where the maple trees reflect on the tranquil morning lake, but almost immediately I’d have to dress, go out and attend a secret espionage meeting; If I thought about it, I really need to go traveling much more than I do, with no strings, no visas, just the freedom to move and get away whenever I want, and sometimes I wish numbers would add themselves up. I’d like to possess a super-weapon that can deflect any attack, and it would be amazing to see the fluid lines, the brilliant motility of Frank Gehry’s buildings in Bilbao, New York and LA. Pets? A friendly pig would be something of a conversation piece, and you can tell how clean and intelligent they are. Finally, I’d like to throw a party with a bit of South American carnival in it, and maybe I’d invite an angel along, to bring a blessing on everyone there. My wishes.