Son "sólo pequeñas locuras":
(500) Days of Summer
17
18
500
60
a la botella se la llena y a la mujer se la satisface(tata)
adiós
al oido de una muchacha
al revés
alcohol
amistades perdidas
amor
Andrew VanWyngarden
año nuevo
Argentina levántate y camina
BASTA
Bella
blu
boomerang
breath
caminos
carpe diem
carta
ceguera
cicatrices
cœur
colectivo
comb
Cullen
Cyrano
deja vú
destino
donkey
dreams
droga
Edward
él
el chico de muni
el italiano
el mundo sigue girando y girando
encantos de mujer
Errores
first kiss
freedom
hippie
I love you
indie rokker
just like kaleidoscope colours
Kirsten Dunsts
lágrimas
life
lion
literatura
live fast and die young
lluvia
locura
Luke Pritchard
luz
Madonna
mazeta
miedo
naive
Navidad
ñomo
obseción
ojos
otoño
palpita porque me volves loca
pañuelos
para ellas las más bonitas
paz
Premio oh si
Príncipe William
puñales
reflexiones
riéndome de ellos
rubia deprimida
ruleta
San Valentín (o sin)
second chances
smile
son aquellos escritores
sonrisa
Sr. Narcisista
starbucks
Summer
Susnik
Swam
tentaciones
The Kooks
tic toc
títere
tren
Twilight
Vampire Diaries
veramores
volviéndome egoísta
vos
Watching The Ships Roll In
winter love
with eyes like sunset BABY
y mi corazón tiene tatuado tu nombre entre las mil y un puntadas de hilo de algodón.
you're not sorry
viernes, diciembre 19
Twilight: Nah, just Perfection
Chords running out through your fingers You know exactly how naïve I am. Words can’t be help when they want to go out. I’m though, not scared from you, no single part of me Yet I start to wonder, if it is because you’ve become a piece… Of me. You’re so awesome, I can’t still assimilate you are mine. You keep repeating that I was made for you, But, boy, there are so many girls out there, why’d you choose me from above? I guess we’ve both found out what we were looking for I can’t take eternity, If in a year or two I’m not going to be your true love. Puff, we’ve made a big mistake. I like to name myself as weirdo, but you say it’s just my will of taking risks. I’m sorry for always letting prudence to you. But I guess the comb charmed the lion in an invisible trap, Holding his heart, between her arms. Would she ever let him go? You’re so awesome, I can’t still assimilate you are mine. You keep repeating that I was made for you, But, boy, there are so many girls out there, why’d you choose me from above? I guess we’ve both found out what we were looking for You know I’m mad about eternity, If I can only share it with you.
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