"Happy Valentine's Day sweetheart, I love you." Isn't that sweet? Ain't love grand? This is exactly what I'm talking about. What does that even mean, love? Do you know? Do you? Anybody? If somebody gave me this card Mr. Vance, I'd eat it. It's these cards, and the movies and the pop songs, they're to blame for all the lies and the heartache, everything. We're responsible. I'm responsible. I think we do a bad thing here. People should be able to say how they feel, how they really feel, not you know, some words that some stranger put in their mouth. Words like love, that don't mean anything.
yo quiero saber qué le pasa por la cabeza a un pibe que te dice de salir, al que le pasás tu celular, te pregunta por tus días libres, respondés sábado, te contesta ese mismo día que está complicado, propone el domingo y cuando decís que está bien, que en qué horario, deja de contestar. eh? alguien me puede explicar?

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A veces pienso que hay gente que no tiene 'condiciones materiales' para esas cosas.
Muy lindo tu blog, abrazos!