Luzía.MV

Libre!

2012-02-16T13:44:00.012+01:00

Por fin soy libre después de 3 semanas de exámenes!

Estas son algunas cositas de los últimos días:

Mi super bombilla es un regalito genial del padre de Hugo. El libro es otro regalito de parte de Paula y Diego. La careta de V estaba en mi lista de deseos, la he visto hoy y no he podido evitar comprarla ^^

Estas son mis ultimas adquisiciones :P

Un vestido negro que me encanta, especialmente por el cuello.
Una camisa menta, por fin algo de color en mi vida, gracias babe.
Una cazadora vaquera (otra cosa de mi lista de deseos que puedo borrar).
Una camiseta de encaje negra.
Un Ankh y un cuarzo (regalitos de mamá)
Una camiseta de Nirvana (regalito de mi prima Sara)

POR FIN! mis adorados Jeffrey Campbell Lita (Vitality para algunos ^^)

MmmMmmMm.

Si, esto también es digno de mención.
Uno de los descubrimientos mas geniales de estos días son los yogures de llaollao.

Y por último, mi careta de caballo (otra de mi lista). Me encanta! :D

LookBook

2012-02-09T18:09:00.001+01:00

Mis Favoritos

2012-02-07T23:07:00.021+01:00

Ellos:

Mick Jagger

Jack Nicholson

Clint Eastwood

Edward Norton y Brad Pitt

Bill Nighy

Jack Black

Hugh Grant

Jim Carrey

Ellas:

Helena Bonham Carter

Scarlett Johansson :P

Katie Beckinsale

Liv Tyler

Lady Gaga

Marion Cotillard

Beth Ditto

Rossie Huntington-Whiteley *

Birthday

2012-01-25T18:07:00.008+01:00

Hoy, 25 de Enero, hace 20 años que nací. 20 años de los que señalo estos dos últimos como los más felices de mi vida, por él y por aquellos que me rodean.

Os quiero :)

MEGAUPLOAD

2012-01-20T11:34:00.008+01:00

La 13ª página web más visitada de internet, por más de mil millones de usuarios al mes, ha sido cerrada en una operación del FBI.

Anonymous, un grupo de piratas informáticos, ha puesto su granito de arena y consiguió cerrar temporalmente la página web del Departamento de Justicia de EEUU y de la productora Universal Music. Os dejo su Twitter .

NO AL CIERRE DE MEGAUPLOAD!

No pude evitarlo.

2012-01-09T23:54:00.012+01:00

Querida Karen:

Si estás leyendo esto, significa que he encontrado el valor para mandártelo. Bravo por mi. No me conoces muy bien pero si me lo permites, tengo tendencia a repetir una y otra vez lo duro que me resulta escribir, pero esto es lo más difícil que he tenido que escribir nunca.

No existe una manera fácil de decirlo, así que simplemente lo diré. He conocido a alguien. Fue una casualidad, yo no lo estaba buscando, no lo planee, fue la tormenta perfecta. Ella dijo una cosa, yo dije otra, cuando me di cuenta quería pasar el resto de mi vida en mitad de aquella conversación. Ahora tengo la sensación en mis entrañas de que puede ser ella.

Está completamente chiflada, de una forma que me hace sonreír, extremadamente neurótica y exige un mantenimiento exhaustivo.

Ella eres tú, Karen. Esa es la buena noticia. La mala es que no sé como estar contigo ahora. Me acojona. Porque si no estoy contigo inmediatamente tengo la sensación de que nos perderemos ahí fuera.

Este es un mundo enorme y malo lleno de vueltas y recovecos y basta con parpadear para que desaparezca el momento… el momento que pudo cambiarlo todo. No sé lo que hay entre nosotros, y no puedo decirte por qué habrías de saltar al vacío por alguien como yo. Pero hueles tan bien… como el hogar, y haces un café excelente, eso también es importante ¿verdad?

Llámame.

Infielmente tuyo,

Hank Moody.

Californication

Los genios de los 27

2011-12-30T14:11:00.015+01:00

Jimi Hendrix

1942-1970

Brian Jones

1942-1969

Janis Joplin

1943-1970

Jim Morrison

1943-1971

Basquiat

1960-1988

Kurt Cobain

1967-1994

Amy Winehouse

1983-2011

Mi lista de deseos!

2011-12-21T20:12:00.041+01:00

Esta es una lista de las cosas que, hasta ahora, he querido durante el año. Muchas de ellas estan lejos de mi alcance, pero hoy no me importa ser poco realista.

·MODA

Jeffrey Cambell Lita

Camiseta Motley Crue

Doctor Martens

Levi's de cintura alta (todos los colores)

Camiseta Apetite For Destruction (Babe)

Swimsuits (BlackMilk*)

Chaqueta vaquera

Camiseta Harley Davidson

Anillo de calavera

·MÚSICA

Monster Ball Tour

The Rolling Stones singles (1971-2006)

Iron Maiden Eddie's Archive

Led Zeppelin BoxSet

· SERIES

Heroes

The Big Bang Theory

Friends

Misfits

Merlin

·OTRAS

Careta de caballo

Mascara de V

Capa Medieval de terciopelo

Nikon D7000

Macro objetivo

You should date an illiterate girl.

2011-11-30T21:10:00.004+01:00

Date a girl who doesn’t read. Find her in the weary squalor of a Midwestern bar. Find her in the smoke, drunken sweat, and varicolored light of an upscale nightclub. Wherever you find her, find her smiling. Make sure that it lingers when the people that are talking to her look away. Engage her with unsentimental trivialities. Use pick-up lines and laugh inwardly. Take her outside when the night overstays its welcome. Ignore the palpable weight of fatigue. Kiss her in the rain under the weak glow of a streetlamp because you’ve seen it in a film. Remark at its lack of significance. Take her to your apartment. Dispatch with making love. Fuck her.

Let the anxious contract you’ve unwittingly written evolve slowly and uncomfortably into a relationship. Find shared interests and common ground like sushi and folk music. Build an impenetrable bastion upon that ground. Make it sacred. Retreat into it every time the air gets stale or the evenings too long. Talk about nothing of significance. Do little thinking. Let the months pass unnoticed. Ask her to move in. Let her decorate. Get into fights about inconsequential things like how the fucking shower curtain needs to be closed so that it doesn’t fucking collect mold. Let a year pass unnoticed. Begin to notice.

Figure that you should probably get married because you will have wasted a lot of time otherwise. Take her to dinner on the forty-fifth floor at a restaurant far beyond your means. Make sure there is a beautiful view of the city. Sheepishly ask a waiter to bring her a glass of champagne with a modest ring in it. When she notices, propose to her with all of the enthusiasm and sincerity you can muster. Do not be overly concerned if you feel your heart leap through a pane of sheet glass. For that matter, do not be overly concerned if you cannot feel it at all. If there is applause, let it stagnate. If she cries, smile as if you’ve never been happier. If she doesn’t, smile all the same.

Let the years pass unnoticed. Get a career, not a job. Buy a house. Have two striking children. Try to raise them well. Fail frequently. Lapse into a bored indifference. Lapse into an indifferent sadness. Have a mid-life crisis. Grow old. Wonder at your lack of achievement. Feel sometimes contented, but mostly vacant and ethereal. Feel, during walks, as if you might never return or as if you might blow away on the wind. Contract a terminal illness. Die, but only after you observe that the girl who didn’t read never made your heart oscillate with any significant passion, that no one will write the story of your lives, and that she will die, too, with only a mild and tempered regret that nothing ever came of her capacity to love.

Do those things, god damnit, because nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, goddamnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax. Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness come in sporadic but knowable intervals. A girl who reads knows that life is not planar; she knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment. A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses—the hesitation of breath—endemic to a lie. A girl who reads perceives the difference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason, or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and run on. Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of plot. She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax. She feels them in her skin. The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are storytellers. You with the Joyce, you with the Nabokov, you with the Woolf. You there in the library, on the platform of the metro, you in the corner of the café, you in the window of your room. You, who make my life so goddamned difficult. The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning. She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful, and her typeface bold. You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not. But I am weak and I will fail you, because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is better than I am. You will not accept the life of which I spoke at the beginning of this piece. You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worthy of being told. So out with you, girl who reads. Take the next southbound train and take your Hemingway with you. I hate you. I really, really, really hate you.

- Charles Warnke

Beelzeboss

2011-11-30T15:58:00.002+01:00

Let the rock off begin!

Me encanta esta película y canción de Tenacious D. [Babe]
Jack Black no puede ser más genial :)

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2011-11-18T00:51:00.001+01:00

"Little things used to mean so much to Shelly. I used to think they were kind of trivial.

Believe me, nothing is trivial."

The crow

Flowers

2011-11-18T00:33:00.006+01:00

Si si si!

2011-11-11T20:31:00.007+01:00

Hoy he ido a dar un paseo por Gran Vía y al entrar en H&M he empezado a sentir nervios. Como siempre, todo me encanta. He salido de allí con los dos vestidos más bonitos que he visto en mucho tiempo. Qué feliz!

:)

2011-11-05T15:36:00.001+01:00

Magia

2011-11-04T12:11:00.011+01:00

!

2011-11-01T22:16:00.005+01:00

Slayers y Tenjou Tenge han sido las series protagonistas estos últimos 5 días.
Bonito y largo fin de semana :)

Rawr!

2011-10-26T21:34:00.002+02:00

Steve Jobs

2011-10-06T11:19:00.005+02:00

R.I.P.

Alexander McQueen

2011-10-05T16:32:00.005+02:00

GameFest 2011

2011-10-03T16:04:00.008+02:00

Batman

Space Marine

- Puedo dispararte?

Sackboy

Unif

2011-09-29T12:53:00.005+02:00

Me encantan las camisetas de Unif!

Self Portrait

2011-09-29T12:23:00.014+02:00

Este es el link de mi galería.

Beautiful

2011-09-28T20:17:00.009+02:00

Estoy absolutamente obsesionada con los Jeffrey Campbell Lita en ante pero estos son preciosos.
¿Por qué serán tan caros? :(

Lookbook

2011-09-26T14:53:00.006+02:00

You feel the power of love!

2011-09-24T13:49:00.007+02:00

Perfecta canción y pelicula

Ayer, Hugo y yo fuimos a ver "Cómo Acabar Con Tu Jefe". Jennifer Aniston es increiblemente sexy.