slashing echoes

started in confusion and will end in disarray;

Month: November, 2007

(faith)

I believe in everyone, I trust no one.

De una gallina dorada en el fondo de un infierno cubierto de césped.

Anoche soñé que era la hija de dios.

Dear,

Why do the rest of the people have to know about our love? wouldn’t it be better to live it silently, so the world doesn’t know which are the ones who are stealing all the happiness from it? Yes, yes, it’s better that way. So hush, honey, as I declare you guilty of all my [...]