Shes the one

“For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.”-Audrey Hepburn

Me too

Today,

Last night

I´m so tired of people needing a reason for doing everything in their lives.
Do it because you want to.
Because it´s fun.
Because it makes you happy.
Even if the people around you look bad at you and turn around only for criticase you.
Are you going to stop being yourself because that crazy stuff?
You can´t be serious,just let it go.
Smile at them and say "Bitches buy a life" and that´s it as simple as that.
Because you know there are so many reaons for being happy in life...
You have a family,yes,ok,you can have problem in it but,you know what?
We all have problems in differents aspect of life.
But we all have the same thing in common:"Criticism and being afraid about what other people may say about us"
Ridicolous,isn´t it?
I don´t think so.
How many times have you stop doing that dress or T-shirt because your friend don´t like it?
How many times have you stop doing a thing because you are "annoying" the people around you?
You know what?

"You´re lucky enough to be different,never change"-Taylor Swift

Be home soon

It´s amazing,some people,they just say these small little things,one sentence and it changes the way you feel about them in an instant.Small little words that can hurt so much or make you fall deeply in love forever.
It changes everything,nothing between you is ever really the same again,even if they don´t know it,it still happens.

"For every dark night,there´s a brigther day"

Fear

Sentí miedo cuando el avión despegó y lloré,lloré como nunca antes lo había hecho.Cuando no pude visitarle y la rabia inundaba mis huesos,gritar quería gritar,apartar a todo el mundo y llegar hasta su habitación,por que allí estaría segura.Tengo miedo de la muerte,de que me muera y no pueda ver como los que más quiero reaccionan,miedo de ser olvidada para siempre.Miedo a lo que la gente diga de mi y de mis hechos.Tengo miedo de que me juzguen por algo que no soy,sino que lo aparento ser.Miedo de hablar y nunca callar.Pero sobretodo,miedo,mucho miedo al fracaso.Quizá demasiado temor a las muertes de los que más quiero o al rechazo de un amor.A perder la cabeza y caerme al vacío sin que nadie me tienda una mano.A los rumores falsos que en ocasiones te hacen enfurecer y te obligan a sacar lo peor de ti.Miedo a que un día pierda las ganas de reír,de conocer lugares nuevos y gente enriquecedora.De no sentir nada cuando oigo esa canción que a tantos momentos te recuerda,eso,miedo a perder mi pasión por la música.A revivir mi pasado,que jamás se lo desearía a nadie.A que mis secretos se vean descubiertos.A la traición de un amigo,no,peor aún a la pérdida de un amigo.A no saber decir que no.A no aceptar a no insistir cuando las puertas se cierran.A quedarme sola.A no ser nadie.Tengo miedo a la vida, a todo.Pero,al fin y al cabo estás más seguro estando muerto que vivo,creéme.

Sorry,but we are not perfect

Seems the only one who doesn´t see your beauty,

is the face on the mirror looking back at you,

You walk around here thinking you're not pretty
But that's not true, cause I know you...

Hold on, baby, you're losing it
The water's high, you're jumping into it
And letting go... and no one knows
That you cry, but you don't tell anyone
That you might not be the golden one

And you're tied together with a smile
But you're coming undone

I guess it's true that love was all you wanted
Cause you're giving it away like it's extra change
Hoping it will end up in his pocket
But he leaves you out like a penny in the rain
Oh, cause it's not his price to pay
Not his price to pay...

You're tied together with a smile
But you're coming undone... oh
Goodbye, baby
With a smile, baby, baby

If the others betray you,why you also do it?

Stop before is too late.