tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72181831021335971672024-03-12T17:39:17.911-07:00A Suicide Blog.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-32999223068720897462011-03-23T23:18:00.001-07:002011-03-23T23:18:59.165-07:00Et lux perpetua.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeetAlnsA3bq5fofCuUp-hViW7I0wXdhWARk2hFJ_43VSv0nmAQZ0Gl6svO30tAkMHVgN-SOUoXDMWmJ6CkWOng_M6OUwaXS65LdgOsHYu19qO8qXEcqRqE2ZKuIRXAZsq1Y8RSnH5EeZ/s1600/IMG_4790+-+copia.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGeetAlnsA3bq5fofCuUp-hViW7I0wXdhWARk2hFJ_43VSv0nmAQZ0Gl6svO30tAkMHVgN-SOUoXDMWmJ6CkWOng_M6OUwaXS65LdgOsHYu19qO8qXEcqRqE2ZKuIRXAZsq1Y8RSnH5EeZ/s320/IMG_4790+-+copia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587527062584625442" border="0" /></a>r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-77590248855411827192011-03-16T13:37:00.000-07:002011-03-16T13:39:24.933-07:00Day SevenDay Seven: Four turn offs.<br />1.When you call me a bitch.<br />2.Everything about police and me beign drunk.<br />3.When you ask me for explanations out of fucking nowhere.<br />4.Childish attitude.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-63924569963819513762011-03-15T23:10:00.000-07:002011-03-15T23:11:10.950-07:00Passiveagressive.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-48902471244836840722011-03-15T22:53:00.000-07:002011-03-15T22:55:04.305-07:00Random thought 7Well well well, let's see how far this is going, let's see how deep the titanic went into the cool blue ocean.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-33681326436926374822011-03-15T22:45:00.000-07:002011-03-15T22:47:02.388-07:00Day sixDay Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).<br />1.Odette<br />2.Krloz<br />3.Sylviana<br />4.Pedro<br />5.Gabiir1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-39522484183972704582011-03-14T20:56:00.000-07:002011-03-14T21:00:30.905-07:00Day Five.Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.<br /><br />1.Got Facebook.<br />2.Meet you.<br />3.Went to that party where a drag queen just kick us out cuz you spill your drink all over my face.<br />4.All those late night park kisses.<br />5.When I got mad because of my insecurities.<br />6.When we hit a patrol because we were to wasted to drive.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-50455041521594639482011-03-14T19:57:00.000-07:002011-03-14T19:58:30.476-07:00Burning up.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAu3zoknAM_LpY3Uo_ovG2k1uvrTqoxANzR3xP_FeQLDiUWprK4M7Vxq4hJu4xyTGjJueHKDwu137CkYxeGWjnWmb6YdL3uHjK3DDJQgRWuMiO0zHdVLUcJCYk4rLCo8xlyuWxhyLm71T/s1600/burning.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAu3zoknAM_LpY3Uo_ovG2k1uvrTqoxANzR3xP_FeQLDiUWprK4M7Vxq4hJu4xyTGjJueHKDwu137CkYxeGWjnWmb6YdL3uHjK3DDJQgRWuMiO0zHdVLUcJCYk4rLCo8xlyuWxhyLm71T/s320/burning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584135618066027442" border="0" /></a>I set myself on fire.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-5289525245282317262011-03-13T22:08:00.000-07:002011-03-13T22:10:38.852-07:00Random thought 6<div style="text-align: justify;">This ain't gonna kill me, you are not gonna kill me and certainly I'm not gonna kill myself, yet.<br /></div>r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-58716347662262843662011-03-13T21:58:00.000-07:002011-03-13T22:02:44.016-07:00Day FourDay Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot<br /><br />1. Perfection.<br />2. Remorse<br />3. Old silly memories<br />4.You<br />5. Me<br />6.How much I dislike some stuff.<br />7.Many "what if"<br />(I skipped the previous day, FML)r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-83859928625898148882011-03-13T21:56:00.000-07:002011-03-13T21:57:46.115-07:00Random thought 5I'm done listening treacherous words from your lips.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-38890048339997766882011-03-10T19:48:00.000-08:002011-03-10T19:53:08.110-08:00Day twoDay Two: Nine things about yourself.<br />1. I am neurotic.<br />2. Love cats.<br />3. I'm useless to deal with deception.<br />4. Can't fucking stand drama.<br />5. Hate to drive.<br />6. Want to try MDMA<br />7. Studied music/studied photography.<br />8. Hate to fall in love actually think that love is one fucking useless thing.<br />9. Some day I'm afraid I'll kill someone.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-18058713366568537172011-03-10T19:17:00.001-08:002011-03-10T19:18:14.489-08:00Witch house.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVTW1LTJr1mA9SR3brhctUif4hwf5Bcg2j4Z21GfoOCtdl0A2Pyrq_UWwtbmeNZj18TvU3DJUXsgzPy_AHiFLJz65GSDMQLvOu41DlbiLk4G6ViqQTWI38RWviKZuqjzMlgHdma0gHyKg/s1600/mefinal1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaVTW1LTJr1mA9SR3brhctUif4hwf5Bcg2j4Z21GfoOCtdl0A2Pyrq_UWwtbmeNZj18TvU3DJUXsgzPy_AHiFLJz65GSDMQLvOu41DlbiLk4G6ViqQTWI38RWviKZuqjzMlgHdma0gHyKg/s320/mefinal1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582656366769261122" border="0" /></a>r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-38303569515907268382011-03-09T22:03:00.002-08:002011-03-09T22:07:57.471-08:00Day oneDay One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.<br /><br />1. I’m sorry<br />2. I can see right through you. So can everyone.<br />3. You’re my best friend, my only friend, but you don’t think of me that way.<br />4. I’ve been avoiding you because you’re one person I want to protect. I feel dangerous when I’m with you.<br />5. We tried so hard. I’m tired and so are you.<br />6. Sup fatty. I feel bad for you.<br />7. Fuck you<br />8. We’d talk forever but now you’ve gone over the stars and I couldn’t keep my end of the bargain. Don’t worry I’ll be there soon.<br />9. I want your life.<br />10. I wish you all the worst in the world.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-39247860676224895932011-03-09T22:03:00.001-08:002011-03-09T22:03:37.395-08:00Ten day challengeDay One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.<br />Day Two: Nine things about yourself.<br />Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.<br />Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.<br />Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.<br />Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever).<br />Day Seven: Four turn offs.<br />Day Eight: Three turn ons.<br />Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.<br />Day Ten: One confession.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-21061178747029543592011-03-09T21:48:00.000-08:002011-03-09T21:49:12.605-08:00Outside, my house.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkVQAoafa_FYGN3w83C3IFfHlxj4n1DyrIRdXDLUcNYykQVE152gD37iVl4zN6Y2g__OowisYHAam8TE_uAHIVOEIFYxV2wL5p1c6i5vX83lSTUL4T34Zi-bYLSzbMlyYDeUGus041_kd/s1600/2839109168_b537ccee15_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkVQAoafa_FYGN3w83C3IFfHlxj4n1DyrIRdXDLUcNYykQVE152gD37iVl4zN6Y2g__OowisYHAam8TE_uAHIVOEIFYxV2wL5p1c6i5vX83lSTUL4T34Zi-bYLSzbMlyYDeUGus041_kd/s320/2839109168_b537ccee15_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582324093558658066" border="0" /></a>Some random rainy day, some random day, just random.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-24899625909829379212011-03-09T21:43:00.000-08:002011-03-09T21:44:20.844-08:00Manifest<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6F34bT3JK0kbdQSuJxXjg1wKDAzUE9WqdNo7ujOhxC5F79nY5Un0ks3URuIMbtYZG1BnwFV8bIAhTIjq2wlFqH7MsFb6PVV20dAqPj21o00wb4VJAM1WZNlDjJJTSeeizJGfozEbv7zq/s1600/2831665759_767dc4d48f_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 118px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6F34bT3JK0kbdQSuJxXjg1wKDAzUE9WqdNo7ujOhxC5F79nY5Un0ks3URuIMbtYZG1BnwFV8bIAhTIjq2wlFqH7MsFb6PVV20dAqPj21o00wb4VJAM1WZNlDjJJTSeeizJGfozEbv7zq/s320/2831665759_767dc4d48f_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582322816735530610" border="0" /></a><br />This is who I am, just Ro.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-7553493918963931612011-03-09T21:24:00.000-08:002011-03-09T21:27:50.903-08:00Random thought 4<div style="text-align: left;">I'll resurrect myself, from the deep shadow that have darken me; all the hate, the despair, the lonlyness I felt have become now in pure self strenght, I have a goal and I will not let anything to stand on my way, not anything or anyone.<br /></div>r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-6797083743054391302011-03-09T07:51:00.000-08:002011-03-09T07:54:09.250-08:00BIOGRAPHY II<div style="text-align: center;">Super angry<br />Super hated<br />Super evil<br />Super serrated<br />Super guitar<br />Super faded<br />Never sad sad sad<br /><br />Super hated<br />Super sarcastic<br />Super sedated<br />The super sadist<br /><br />Keeps his hands in his mouth<br />That's gold plated<br />Hates himself more and more<br />Cause he's made it<br />Super evil<br />Super jaded<br />Never sad sad sad<br /><br />Super hated<br />Super sarcastic<br />Super sedated<br />The super sadist<br /><br />Super high tech<br />Super pay check<br />Super ego<br />Super hate pro<br />Super cautious<br />Super nauseous<br />Never sad sad sad<br /><br />Super all gone<br />Super hold on<br />Super ego<br />Super phenomenon<br />Super destroy<br />Super small boy<br />Never sad sad sad<br /><br />Super asshole<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Super nothing<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yz1OZ4mS8j4<br />that's about it.<br /></div></div>r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-37976829107650511542011-03-08T23:50:00.000-08:002011-03-08T23:51:00.324-08:00Random thought 3AINDA, AINDA, AINDA, AINDA, AINDA...r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-15920250757858662862011-03-08T23:03:00.000-08:002011-03-08T23:05:04.846-08:00The city where I "live"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimznfuiiZxv8Kp9uFcx8yTY_d-tCK1H0HqzMN1lvC0aHDSekPfYDvA9nJpxIWJGLv0pqvFWAaRQngibxIMKJ9g6ap5GcEm1JRDCInlpjCu49NccMlrct0RZGWySfBX1_4w7YaSW96ub_5r/s1600/2832355226_276130a7c6_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimznfuiiZxv8Kp9uFcx8yTY_d-tCK1H0HqzMN1lvC0aHDSekPfYDvA9nJpxIWJGLv0pqvFWAaRQngibxIMKJ9g6ap5GcEm1JRDCInlpjCu49NccMlrct0RZGWySfBX1_4w7YaSW96ub_5r/s320/2832355226_276130a7c6_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581972606509380882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaodU8P9r9tMEghmW38Y2LqL166gO092p_BPXy2CkGPkS4J2AfhTAfy-ooBvNIlTNqm7p5j1g5FcWqXREyHcwf_DQapo7JPjLFHW3bkS6yheNq30YwFQ1DDvKE8bsjHyND8lRWv2nqxP0u/s1600/2831469591_023cde29af_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaodU8P9r9tMEghmW38Y2LqL166gO092p_BPXy2CkGPkS4J2AfhTAfy-ooBvNIlTNqm7p5j1g5FcWqXREyHcwf_DQapo7JPjLFHW3bkS6yheNq30YwFQ1DDvKE8bsjHyND8lRWv2nqxP0u/s320/2831469591_023cde29af_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581972599674347986" border="0" /></a>r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-51530667211370605432011-03-08T22:56:00.000-08:002011-03-08T22:57:30.470-08:00Random thought 2Dazed, dazed and confused, I'm not talking about the magazine I'm talking about myself.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-5144901396755207622011-03-08T19:38:00.001-08:002011-03-08T19:39:09.936-08:00My egocentric soft porno.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZemsx_MYIC2wXBsVUgBJYru4IgeKWOuzBs6PRkd-l4oyS6dnVnGIoWg_K0ZundICn16yr5OAaZ6iBeiVtZxHj6pFIRuBPpNd77AG4exwO-nMS83TuzwF64VRGH0HtSYxfzNmEJFVZ0gyM/s1600/2760817794_cbaf191cf2_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZemsx_MYIC2wXBsVUgBJYru4IgeKWOuzBs6PRkd-l4oyS6dnVnGIoWg_K0ZundICn16yr5OAaZ6iBeiVtZxHj6pFIRuBPpNd77AG4exwO-nMS83TuzwF64VRGH0HtSYxfzNmEJFVZ0gyM/s320/2760817794_cbaf191cf2_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581919535368047746" border="0" /></a>r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-15611682456868348522011-03-07T22:24:00.000-08:002011-03-07T22:31:22.434-08:00You are a cruel ocean.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV3fx3X_QPH5MDtUCGWPm-tBwYEOZMmV6HNdI3c-tVt4PuQDW_EW-Ki-n5FuSvHdVQJifTdlqoFylHBZ5q8Id0ZbpTkvmrSC93iSJgNejB-DxtzMg3XXJ3MreAz4b5ggIpG7UDIpbpdum/s1600/finalcutwater1.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV3fx3X_QPH5MDtUCGWPm-tBwYEOZMmV6HNdI3c-tVt4PuQDW_EW-Ki-n5FuSvHdVQJifTdlqoFylHBZ5q8Id0ZbpTkvmrSC93iSJgNejB-DxtzMg3XXJ3MreAz4b5ggIpG7UDIpbpdum/s320/finalcutwater1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581591687653630066" border="0" /></a><br />Another selfportrait, got inspired by the song from Lolly Jane Blue "Worms", after someone introduce me to their amazing proyect; here's the song & video http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-9WCVF8u5ukr1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-26598782059561006082011-03-07T21:46:00.000-08:002011-03-07T21:47:48.097-08:00Random thought 1He's standing in the line of giving up and seeing how much more he can take.r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7218183102133597167.post-10556121961145599252011-03-07T20:57:00.000-08:002011-03-07T21:03:32.917-08:00Good memories.<div style="text-align: center;"> "Once there was an ocean<br />That came into my arm<br />Horse made out of Black Tar<br />Kept us Safe from Harm<br />The day with no emotion<br />We drift into the sea<br />All I could remember<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I wished I wasn't me"<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Fragment from "black Horse Riding star" by Scarling, one of my fav songs ever.<br /></div></div>r1http://www.blogger.com/profile/07506415890882790635noreply@blogger.com0