Pop Corn World

One word: Curious...
Modus: "No one's a virgin. Life screws us all"

Female. Middle 20s. Incomplete. Calm. "Fascinated" about people left-handed. Chocolate. Music Lover. Hooligan. Virgo. Racional. Emotion controller. Brown eyes. Pessimist but "Smile's advocate". Brunette. English is not my first language. Night or day? The twilight. :)

"Truth of the matter is I'm complicated" but you can try to understand me here too:
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Life On Mars: Get Met.

phredleysetgo:

5/7/12:

Let’s see if I still remember how to do this…

Yep. Still got it.

We performed in front of an Egyptian tomb entrance that had been gifted to the United States from Egypt (naturally.) The US then gave it to the Metropolitan Museum. For more information, google “Egyptian tomb entrance…

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Permalink claudekelly: Always loved this proverb. (Taken with instagram)
Permalink yovasanz: One night President Obama and his wife Michelle decided to do something out of routine and go for a casual dinner at a restaurant that wasn’t too luxurious. When they were seated, the owner of the restaurant asked the President’s Secret Service if he could please speak to the First Lady in private. They obliged and Michelle had a conversation with the owner. Following this conversation President Obama asked Michelle, “Why was he so interested in talking to you?” She mentioned that in her teenage years, he had been madly in love with her. President Obama then said, “So if you had married him, you would now be the owner of this lovely restaurant,” to which Michelle responded, “No. If I had married him, he would now be the President.” Jeje :)
Permalink StraitJacket Open my eyes to see the emptyness of my life Feet on the ground, walking around, nothing is where to be found Try to look ahead, my hands full of sand without the poetry of the sea I’m not the wife, I choose the knife to cut the tie and say goodbye Everyday I wear this straitjacket That keeps my life kidnapped from me My arms and hands are tied And my eyes refuse to see nothing… there’s nothing out there I’m not giving up, don’t get me wrong I’m just tired of fighting alone Living in this metaphor I’m fighting for my cure Sharing my straitjacket I’m living the tragedy of Hamlet Everyday I wear this straitjacket That keeps my life kidnapped from me My arms and hands are tied And my eyes refuse to see nothing… there’s nothing out there paper-backed: We are all Prisoners.
Permalink elektra-records: two more of these super limited edition ‘Grenade Sessions’ EP vinyl to give away. we have some in the store for you to cop too! store.brunomars.com reblog to win :) while he drag that piano, I’ll continue to believe :)