Twittermagnets (a vice)
(i’m a slave to the details)
- What’s the point of your existence? – To feel. ‘Cause you’ve never done it, you can never know it. But it’s as vital as breath. And without it, without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock… ticking.
No más. No-Más. Renuncio. NO merezco que me traten así, en serio. O soy muy tonta, o tengo demasiado huevo.