“Sos grande y ya deberías saber que el amor es una trampa, una trampa que se tiende al hombre, para perpetuar la especie. Un mecanismo, es un mecanismo.” -El Lado Oscuro del Corazón

Could you find your own life, your own people and stop messing with mine?

I am my own biggest critic.

for taking so long to realize I was wrong all along.

second best, second choice.

what if it’s wrong?

Making music in the afternoons, making love in the evening, sleeping in the morning. Days without eating in a manic episode of love that would only stop to grab a cigarette. No house in the suburbs, no white picket fences, no golden retriever in the backyard. Just a loft in the city, an old mattress, a study filled with burnt paper and paint. A view into the galaxy. One love, two people and infinite possibilities.

every single detail in each conversation I held. I was like that. Every word people said meant something to me. Now I’m deaf to the whole world and my ears only process one thing: your voice.