are you hungry?

he always was my life love. our children names are chipmix and oreos.

skipped from the inside

I've been apparently lost, with no course

in streets empty of kindness.

between black sand

still running and jumping even higher.

once lost a smile, always a disappointment to the consciousness.

going cool

when you've got like TONS of work you really need this. but you don't have so work on it.

the ilustration that became a half-dead-thing. cute, isn't it?

I'm sarcastic and I like kiwis.
reward if you find the kiwi.

oh, and a happy new year. don't forget to eat the twelve evil sisters.
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when the bears start to dance I do this

in one of these days I'll get very very mad.
then I sleep under a tree waiting for the next lunch.
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naked though is better than thing-bad-spoken

there is a piece of exportation.

I float in idle hours and in wastes of time.

not bum concepts. concret stuff even less.

I like Froid(s) and Salvador(es) Dalí(s).

that come pigs flying. I'll stay here dreaming.

morning eve?

merry christmas world. see you next sunday jesus.

fake parties

and now I'm going to do my parents' christmas present.
maybe a diamond.

teen icons are you mind

mine. at least.

excuses. just excuses honey bear

mia's philosophy.

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desertification efect.

✄ CAUSE? TOO HOT'

paper disorder

sinister. could be my or your disorder.

two sides for one single wish

we're masochistic.

we believe and want love.

it's a two-pronged knife: pain versus joy.

now, I just feel the missing and the hapiness.

I'm a lucky girl, aren't I?

(by me)

jump higher

live the better way you can while you can.

I promess it will worth the effort.

(by me)

how longer?

I would like to feel it,

to live it and smile because of it.

wake up with happiness around me while I wait for it.


when will you come love?

 (by me)

cute, isn't it?

i know the title may notbe the most appropriate.

but c'amon, isn't adorable?

the 15th

today is my birthday,

and all I really want and need is

my own freedom,

my true best friends with who I share tears and laughter,

a nice and gigant breakfast,

feel the life at 100%,

play with my black cat right after waking up,

fly through the streets with the guys,

meet Paris,

feel the 'spark',

take pictures to every single bullshit that appears in front of me,

my family that I represent as the deep and immense ocean that always will extend their arms to me,

be some cool and real artist.

and without this I'm nothing.

smoky street walls

 

 

art grunge people, coffee, tons of rings, bracelets and necklaces, crazy tights and leggins, doc martens, braids, red lips, cool t-shirts, large and freaky jackets, photography, books, nice friends, different cities.

that's my philosophy.