February 2012
Me dormí un par de minutos en la tina y tuve un sueño horrible. Me casaba con un pelirojo. No duermo en 3 días.
i’m in the mood for casual conversation
I don’t know why it’s so hard for me to find...
I mean
My standards aren’t that high
I really only have one criteria:
must be perfect
Is that too much to ask?
Reblog if David Bowie.
Él: eres muy malo, acaso lloraste cuando mataron a la mamá de Dumbo?
Yo: ehm... fue a la mamá de Bambi...
January 2012
Father to a murdered son, husband to a murdered wife. And I will have my tea and biscuits, in this life or the next.
I need to stop having sexual dreams about my friends.
Better than napping: lying in bed naked and watching a movie while eating popcorn.
