She smacked her face, shouted it once again and hated her life. -Why can't you love my like I do, , why can you feel me like I do? She wouldn't understand. Her logic wouldn't allow her. -Sorry, my algorithm doesn't recognize the word love. -Said with her...
He looked at her and saw all his life in one instant. She thought that if love was a bless, that moment was glory. He took a breathe and focused his sight. Finally, was the moment to talk. "We are out of toner".. he said. "This could last...
Her blonde hair and her lost sight. So common of the ladies of her kind. He thought about his pathetic love for her .She was dying in his bed with a needle still in her arm. He thought there was nothing he could do. Fine rubber dolls...
-So I'm celebrating my mom's 15th birthday this weekend. We are doing her "quinceañera party"...
He cried and saw his life going through his hands. He wondered how could love hurt so much at such a young age. He remembered with agony her last words...
-Your daughter is so beautiful. -Yes, she is. She is Mexican just like you. -I thought she was actually American. -Well yes, but she is made in Mexico. -WTF? -Yes, I made her in Mexico if you know what I mean ;) -Of course, and as every other Mexican then, she...
-Dude, have you seen the way Ricky walks? -Nope. -Just look at it when you have time. -Why? -He just walks so tight...
To whom it may concern, she wrote. "Lost yesterday somewhere between sunrise and sunset. A couple of kisses to whom it shouldn't have been". "If seen, return them into to my lips. Return them into my lips who need its kisses back" She folded the note and left...