Buenaventura

(Juan Pestañas / Vr-22)

You smell like sex and rain Dirty bedsheets and 3 euro falafel. Late nights at my place and rogue kisses by the subways. You smell. You smell like a human, lost in a world of darkness. Like the last breath of something pure and ancient. Dazed and confused i woke up next to you. Two humans naked. But two humans after all. Man my stomach hurts, Four trips in a row And a lot to take. You smell like i would write stuff for you and you would like it.

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Viajo en el tiempo y experimento con las infinitas posibilidades. 

I know.

"De estatura mediana, Con una voz ni delgada ni gruesa, Hijo mayor de profesor primario Y de una modista de trastienda; Flaco de nacimiento Aunque devoto de la buena mesa; De mejillas escuálidas Y de más bien abundantes orejas; Con un rostro cuadrado En que los ojos se abren apenas Y una nariz de boxeador mulato Baja a la boca de ídolo azteca -Todo esto bañado Por una luz entre irónica y pérfida- Ni muy listo ni tonto de remate Fui lo que fui: una mezcla De vinagre y aceite de comer ¡Un embutido de ángel y bestia!" Nicanor Parra. Artwork by: http://8-bitfiction.tumblr.com/

Bailongos!!

-G-O-L-F-O-S-

What are we looking at?

Time is a dream - or a nightmare - from which there is never any waking. We who travel in Time are dreamers who occasionally share a common experience.

me dejas la patineta? que yo soy un chabal y quiero jugar con la patineta

hot nights nice tricks

👽🐉👽🐁👽worlds colliding👽🐁👽🐉👽

When Stor Gendibal finally made out Compor’s ship on his viewscreen, it seemed like the end of an incredibly long journey.

This is my new blog and project were I'll be posting some really nice and beautiful cards. <3<3<3<3