tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84114448314068272162024-03-13T13:08:02.023-07:00Fuck what people thinkAmaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-66443426450727696902011-05-30T12:24:00.000-07:002011-05-30T12:26:23.392-07:00Camuflaje<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_gsalSCRtQ/TePvFKgsvQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n8fP52j7fTw/s1600/tumblr_llqa6pRFNB1qd5oduo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_gsalSCRtQ/TePvFKgsvQI/AAAAAAAAAFU/n8fP52j7fTw/s400/tumblr_llqa6pRFNB1qd5oduo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612592432633658626" /></a>Ojala todo fuera tan fácil...Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-28801177900324760062011-04-24T13:15:00.001-07:002011-04-27T07:05:03.125-07:00Imposible<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yLJVMIWVMw/TbSIhZfdjEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a0sIusYdg9w/s1600/tumblr_lj9m4dOCY51qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8yLJVMIWVMw/TbSIhZfdjEI/AAAAAAAAAFM/a0sIusYdg9w/s320/tumblr_lj9m4dOCY51qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599250344088276034" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Ya no me gustas.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Ya no rondas por mi cabeza, ni me paso las horas muertas pensando en ti.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Ya te he dejado atrás, y no pienso volver a tu lado.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Ya nada ni nadie va a decirme que hacer, ni que pensar.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Y por nada del mundo volvería a estar contigo, otra vez.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Pero, a qui</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(69, 69, 69); font-size: 11px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; ">é</span><span class="Apple-style-span">n pretendo engañar...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Me gustas, mucho, <b>demasiado</b>.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">No hay día que no piense en ti y sigo llorando cada noche que pasa.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Aunque no sigas junto a mi, yo siempre voy a estar contigo, <b>siempre.</b></span></div><div>Te necesito.</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Imposible es ignorarte.</b></span></div><div><br /></div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-16126789855873109722011-04-23T12:44:00.000-07:002011-04-23T12:46:12.244-07:00Creo...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Grqh4DGhQEQ/TbMsel03YLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GP4FyMnbU4Y/s1600/tumblr_ljhd8yXCbB1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Grqh4DGhQEQ/TbMsel03YLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/GP4FyMnbU4Y/s320/tumblr_ljhd8yXCbB1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598867665813201074" /></a><br />... Que con ese sollozo de ayer pude demostrar lo mucho que <b>te quiero</b> ♥Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-23409071129613181032011-04-21T14:05:00.000-07:002011-04-21T14:06:56.067-07:00Crear, soñar...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnmW9HuQ3Qw/TbCcQ14WYII/AAAAAAAAAEU/TEUKunvqVp8/s1600/tumblr_ljupasQ5t41qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnmW9HuQ3Qw/TbCcQ14WYII/AAAAAAAAAEU/TEUKunvqVp8/s320/tumblr_ljupasQ5t41qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598146149976793218" /></a>Imaginar lo <b>imposible</b>.Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-31630330768916646182011-04-21T06:48:00.000-07:002011-04-21T06:53:00.582-07:00Solo quiero que me des un beso de despedida.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kNglwg98po/TbA2lxTvVlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FrXy2zPhd_g/s1600/shutup.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2kNglwg98po/TbA2lxTvVlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/FrXy2zPhd_g/s320/shutup.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598034359340717650" /></a><br />Te voy a echar de menos. <b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Mentira.</span></b>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-21931861464516548262011-04-21T06:38:00.000-07:002011-04-21T06:58:13.868-07:00♥<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOFl3Wniwo8/TbA3rZaiIbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/88TRpmad8G4/s1600/margarita.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jOFl3Wniwo8/TbA3rZaiIbI/AAAAAAAAAEM/88TRpmad8G4/s320/margarita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598035555517604274" /></a><br />AM'<b>...</b><div><br /></div><div><b>Me quiere,</b> no me quiere<b>,</b> <b>me quiere</b>, no me quiere<b>, me quiere,</b> no<b>...</b></div><div><br /></div><div>No me quiere<b>.</b></div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-43848008127070260002011-04-21T04:29:00.000-07:002011-04-21T06:17:03.026-07:00Llévame contigo ♥<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgNz7gCdSbk/TbAuCU0PudI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JAhjSUIrAnM/s1600/tumblr_liz1biI5Rt1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GgNz7gCdSbk/TbAuCU0PudI/AAAAAAAAAD8/JAhjSUIrAnM/s320/tumblr_liz1biI5Rt1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598024954303986130" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">• -¿Donde vas?</div><div style="text-align: center;">♥ -<b>A vivir la vida</b>, ¿te vienes?</div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-41227681353340707482011-04-20T06:21:00.000-07:002011-04-20T06:35:09.655-07:00Dieciocho'18<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY8D6DpJzeY/Ta7gzsD_O0I/AAAAAAAAADs/nUgQRiXUnmw/s1600/tumblr_liz14mjbaK1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OY8D6DpJzeY/Ta7gzsD_O0I/AAAAAAAAADs/nUgQRiXUnmw/s320/tumblr_liz14mjbaK1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597658565473942338" /></a><br />Un numero pequeño y a la vez tan grande.<div><br /></div><div>Es un sueño. Es el sueño de toda adolescente alocada, cumplir los 18.</div><div><div><br /></div><div>Sin nada ni nadie que te impida hacer algo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Compartir piso, tener tu propio coche o viajar al gusto de una misma.</div><div><br /></div><div>Salir por la noche a las 00:00 y no volver.</div><div><br /></div><div>No volver... A ver la cara de tus padres en mucho tiempo.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mis dieciocho ya están en camino... O quizá nunca lleguen.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-16254176092295163102011-04-20T06:13:00.000-07:002011-04-20T06:17:44.266-07:00Hay veces...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIt9VaVXVJE/Ta7c79nI85I/AAAAAAAAADk/aN_nHLQKHb8/s1600/tumblr_ljhu3wGClX1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIt9VaVXVJE/Ta7c79nI85I/AAAAAAAAADk/aN_nHLQKHb8/s320/tumblr_ljhu3wGClX1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597654309577225106" /></a><br />... En las que me gustaría desaparecer por un momento del mundo.<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Desconectar</span></b>. Flotar.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-6961935223373708232011-04-19T07:28:00.000-07:002011-04-20T03:12:33.395-07:00CTRL+Z.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk45VaYJ-DE/Ta2c6L_F79I/AAAAAAAAADc/H4kho3oet80/s1600/4195103621_59df8f65bd.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yk45VaYJ-DE/Ta2c6L_F79I/AAAAAAAAADc/H4kho3oet80/s320/4195103621_59df8f65bd.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597302435355160530" /></a><br />Deshacer, escribir, cortar y pegar...<div>¡Anda, como en el Microsoft Office Word!</div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-16970317321052128072011-04-19T07:25:00.000-07:002011-04-19T07:27:41.814-07:00Ironía<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jveaHyatZNA/Ta2bz3l8vUI/AAAAAAAAADU/bkJoZytrbwY/s1600/Love.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jveaHyatZNA/Ta2bz3l8vUI/AAAAAAAAADU/bkJoZytrbwY/s320/Love.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597301227290148162" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>• - ¿Me quieres?</div><div>♥ - Es tan tentador decir si, que si.</div><div>• - ¿De verdad?</div><div>♥ - No.</div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-90996451096422267282011-04-16T02:00:00.000-07:002011-04-16T04:41:00.036-07:00The world belongs to you<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooHokpJxqKA/TalbCZjQJtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c-pvdwcl33I/s1600/tumblr_lh9mt46ReS1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ooHokpJxqKA/TalbCZjQJtI/AAAAAAAAAC0/c-pvdwcl33I/s320/tumblr_lh9mt46ReS1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596104108761163474" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Si hace falta, yo te regalo el </span><span class="Apple-style-span">mundo</span></span></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Era el principio del cuento, y yo ya intuía el final.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Un día que significaba mucho para mi, pero descubrí que para </span><span class="Apple-style-span">é</span><span class="Apple-style-span">l</span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"> no</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: medium; ">.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Tanto tiempo llevaba esperando aquel momento, y tan solo duro setenta días.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Setenta días bastante intensos, de los cuales no me puedo quejar.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Pero vi que le importaba una mierda.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">A pesar de todo lo sufrido, intente borrarle de mi cabeza para siempre, pero era imposible.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Cada día me voy dando cuenta que me gusta </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">más y</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span">más</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-size: medium; ">. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Creo que no me voy a dar por vencida, hasta que te des cuenta de lo soy capaz por amor.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">Si hace falta, yo te regalo el </span><span class="Apple-style-span">mundo<span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8411444831406827216.post-63801771641697612192011-04-15T06:11:00.000-07:002011-04-15T06:32:39.045-07:00Fuck what people think<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVq028Z5SEY/TahE9IIxnsI/AAAAAAAAACM/eIKCDbo62JU/s1600/Fuck.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EVq028Z5SEY/TahE9IIxnsI/AAAAAAAAACM/eIKCDbo62JU/s400/Fuck.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595798353954840258" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>'Apreciate the way you are<span class="Apple-style-span">'</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Hay veces que no nos damos cuenta de lo mucho que vale una persona, ya no por su físico, sino por como piensa.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Francamente, soy de esas personas que valoran mas a una persona por como piensa, antes que por como viste o por como aparenta ser.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Me escandaliza ver como tus amigos de siempre, destacan sobre ti lo negativo, lo peor de lo peor, tus defectos y recalcan y se burlan de todo aquello que haces mal.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Ese tipo de persona no deben de aludirse por amigos, sino por imbéciles que te hacen la vida cada vez mas y mas imposible.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Por ello no hay que dejarse llevar por estupideces que diga la gente, sino por lo que uno piensa y lo que uno cree que es de verdad.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Que mas da si tienes kilos de mas, si no tienes los ojos bonitos o simplemente, si no posees gran atractivo físico.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Lo que importa es hacer sentir bien a una persona desde el interior, y que esa persona se de cuenta realmente de como eres, y que mereces estar a la altura de todos los demás aun teniendo defectos.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Simple y llanamente</span><span class="Apple-style-span" >:</span> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Fuck what people think</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-large; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div>Amaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08407443229522224146noreply@blogger.com0