jajajajaj buuuuuuuuuuuuu… esto si da miedo…

bohemea:Christopher Walken recites Poker Face as a special Halloween treat on Friday Night with Jonathan Ross.

posted on 01.11.09

Hoy, sobre mi ampli en el Union Rock Show, puse un tubo de relajante muscular, y un Tums. Y me sentí TAN VIEJO! ajajaajajajaajaja

buena esa___- te falto decir que dejaste la plancha tambien

Ed Vill, llorando desde el Backstage del Union Rock Show (via edvill)buena esa___-

te falto decir que dejaste la plancha tambien…..jijijijiji

posted on 01.11.09

fuckyeahtattoos:My 4 year old tattoo.. :) “Come fly with me” in Spanish..

Este tipo de cosas me hacen reir horas y horas y horas, quien coño se hace un tatuaje en otro idioma mal escrito ….WTF!!!!! 

fuckyeahtattoos:My 4 year old tattoo.. :) “Come fly with me” in Spanish..

Este tipo de cosas me hacen reir horas y horas y horas, quien coño se hace un tatuaje en otro idioma mal escrito ….WTF!!!!! 

posted on 01.11.09

que lindura!
theanimalblog:via

que lindura!

theanimalblog:via

posted on 31.10.09

gasdyedinked:melamasica:isabelcho:flickflickflicker:(via sarahjuice)


una de mis peliculas favoritas, mia tambien Dear GAS


 

gasdyedinked:melamasica:isabelcho:flickflickflicker:(via sarahjuice)

una de mis peliculas favoritas, mia tambien Dear GAS

 

posted on 31.10.09

Dedicado a los espiritus noventosos !!!! love this song!!!

posted on 21.10.09

un Cappolavoro!!!

posted on 19.10.09

Su amor no era sencillo

Los detuvieron por atentado al pudor. Y nadie les creyó cuando el hombre y la mujer trataron de explicarse. En realidad, su amor no era sencillo. Él padecía claustrofobia, y ella, agorafobia. Era sólo por eso que fornicaban en los umbrales.

Mario Benedetti

posted on 19.10.09

excelente color… excelente foto!!!
bohemea:suicideblonde:Dita von Teese

excelente color… excelente foto!!!

bohemea:suicideblonde:Dita von Teese

posted on 17.10.09

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where i feel at home

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From you
And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust

(Instrumental)

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that’s old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
I held on as tightly as you held onto me
I held on as tightly as you held onto me

And I built a home
For you
For me

Until it disappeared
From me
From you

And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust

posted on 14.10.09

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