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Sophie
Belgrano, Buenos Aires, Capital Federal, Argentina
Buena amiga, simpática, divertida, sociable, celosa, disconforme, histérica, charlatana, pajera, honesta, confiable, cara dura, extrovertida, loca, rebelde, soñadora, romántica, irritante, pendeja, caprichosa, pesimista y contestadora. Soy algo así como idiota pero qué le vamos a hacer... te caigo bien o no, acá no hay reglas pero sería más lógico que elijas la primera opción porque está claro que si elegís la segunda, sos totalmente irracional. Mi mundo no es ni blanco ni negro. Es normal que no te guste mi forma de actuar y que mis silencios te inquieten pero qué voy a hacer? si no fuera así no sería yo. Soy de Racing, me encantan los autos y las motos, ir a la cancha me hace sentir comoda con el macho que tengo atroden. Amo los animales en especial perros y caballos. Tengo mucha facilidad para perder la paciencia, me saca la gente falsa, mentirosa y que pretendan ser personas que no son. Soy hija única y me gustaría tener un hermano (más grande). Me encanta sacar fotos y soy una hincha pelotas
Ver todo mi perfil

¿Qué tul mi BLAAAAAAG?

por un segundo de tu cuerpo doy el mundo
Soy algo diferente, estoy loca, me confundo, me ilusiono, me rio sola, desconfio, tengo dudas, caigo, me levanto y doy la cara, hago reir, odio sufrir, amo vivir, bipolar y a veces un poco cruel. Caprichosa, lo quiero todo ahora. Me cuesta expresar lo que siento. Estoy segura de que lo peor que se puede hacer es perder el tiempo. La gente al principio suele pensar que soy timida, pero simplemente necesito unas horas para tener un poco de confianza. Soy demasiado impulsiva, hago cosas sin pensar, de las cuales me arrepiento. Odio la mentira. Soy muy celosa. Nunca encuentro lo que busco, siempre pierdo todo. Soy desordenada, pero adoro el orden. Me gusta estar arreglada. Pido muy poco para ser feliz, me rio de cualquier cosa. Me encanta soñar despierta...

Dentro de mí la tristeza no desea extinguirse,
a veces queda la esperanza queda aquél quizás,
te preguntas el por qué de lo que jamás comprenderás.

Favourites

  • Through my eyes.
    Dirty thirty?
    Hace 10 años
  • CHUPATE EL CODO
    Ezpezial
    Hace 13 años
  • Yo soy feliz asi, solo quiero seguir...
    Hace 14 años
  • FOLLOW THE LEADER
    Hace 15 años
  • You only live once,
    Cigarrillos
    Hace 15 años
  • CAM
  • CAOS
  • So, pretty please... with sugar on top. Clean the fucking car.
  • miracles could happen
  • HEROINS ONLY
  • IGNORANCE
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DECLARATION OF PERFECTION

I am not perfect. I live on the planet Earth where humans live. Humans aren't perfect. Never have been. Never will be. So I don't always wear the right clothes. And I don't always use the right shoes. My memory sometimes fails me. I don't look like a fashion model. I don't cook like a french chef. I don't always do what people expect of me. I am human. I am imperfect. But there is no one else like me in this whole wide world. I am unique. I am a miracle.

we have to talk

As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down, probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts. You'll fight with your best friend or maybe even fall in love with them, and you'll cry because time is flying by. So take too many pictures, laugh too much, forgive freely, and love like you've never been hurt. Life comes with no guarantees, no time outs, no second chances. You just have to live life to the fullest, tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off, speak out, dance in the pouring rain, hold someone's hand, comfort a friend, fall asleep watching the sun come up, stay up late, be a flirt, and s m i l e until your face hurts. Don't be afraid to take chances or fall in love and most of all, live in the moment because every second you spend angry or upset is a second of happiness you can never get back.

no hay dos sin tres

no hay dos sin tres

old old memories

old old memories
I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up... it means accepting that some things weren't meant to be.

troubles

I'M RESIGNING, I'M HEREBY OFICIALLY TENDERING MY RESIGNATION AS A TEENAGER! I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an eight-year-old again! I want to go down to McDonalds and think it's a five-star restaurant. I want to think that M and M's are better than money because you can eat them. I want to eat a whole packet of Tim tams without feeling guilty afterwards. I want to return to when all you knew were colors, multiplication, tables and nursery rhymes. I want to return to when you didn't know and you didn't care. I want to remember the whole morning was filled of what your Mom had packed for lunch and the whole afternoon what you were having for dinner. When a simple matchbox car or a Barbie doll represented a whole week's worth of entertainment. When you actually had an imagination. When magic really existed. When 'Jaws' didn't look fake. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good would always triumph over evil. When a member of the of the opposite sex was just some annoying disturbance. When friends were real and you didn't care if they were black, white, catholic, asian, african, muslim, fat, skinny, pink, green or from a whole other planet, it just didn't matter... until others told you differently! I want to believe that anything is possible all you have to do is Dream. I want it to be unknown to me the complexities of life and to be completely ecstatic by the little things again. I DON'T want to know of school, homework, clothes, friendship, relationships, popularity or even gossip! I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams and human kind. I want to believe that all adults must know everything (How wrong we were). So here's my money, keycards, my makeup, and my adolescence.

b.w. kisses
I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. And you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. And, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences... But the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are.

still isn't over.....

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Por vos daba mi vida

Por vos daba mi vida

in love with her

in love with her

Remember the past, plan for the future, but live for today, because yesterday is gone and tomorrow may never come.

Professor Keating

Professor Keating
We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Neve Campbell

Neve Campbell
very very good actrees

Recuerdos que van a quedar en lo profundo del alma

Recuerdos que van a quedar en lo profundo del alma

odio amarte tanto

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