Mínima. Ñoña hasta los huesos. Colecciono ideas, imágenes, boludeces preciosas y sin sentido.
Dibujo hasta cansarme.

 

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.

George R.R. Martin (via observando)

Sometimes questions are more important than answers.

Nancy Willard (via observando)

I really don’t know what ‘I love you’ means.
I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone.

Neil Gaiman (via observando)

We don’t even ask happiness, just a little less pain.

Charles Bukowski (via observando)