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So you can drag me through hell If it meant I could hold your hand

El amor es ciego, sordo y jodidamente estúpido. Te hace hacer gilipolleces, como besarte con esa persona mil veces en las despedidas y dedicarle canciones empalagosas de amor. Te hace querer estar con ella hasta las cuatro de la mañana sin hacer nada. Te vuelve adicto al aroma de su piel, a la forma de sus labios, a las miradas cariñosas que te lanza cuando no estás atento. Eres dependiente, algo que roza la toxicidad porque sin esa persona sientes que te han arrancado medio pulmón y te cuesta respirar.
¿La parte buena? El amor no existe. Solo es un conjunto de reacciones químicas que se llevan a cabo en tu cerebro cuando ves a esa persona que tan maravillosa te parece. O como cuando yo te veo a ti.

El sonido de tu voz en mi cabeza me acecha y mi corazón parece un fantasma, vacío y entumecido, vagando por las calles de Barcelona. Necesito sentir algo porque estoy lejos de casa; muy lejos de ti. Sé que parece una locura,…

Take on the World

Just say the word, we'll take on the world Just say you're hurt, we'll face the worst...

No voy a mentir. No puedo entenderte. Ojalá lo hiciera, pero jamás sabré por lo que has pasado. Ni podré imaginarme lo que es estar en tu piel por un día, por una hora, por un minuto.
Quizás no te conozco mucho, quizás no te conozco nada, pero noto tu dolor. Le restas importancia, pero sigue ahí, en tus noches en vela y en tus miradas desteñidas. Puedes contarme qué te preocupa, no te voy a juzgar. Porque si estás mal intentaré ayudarte, aunque seguramente acabe yo peor por no saber cómo hacerlo. Mi cerebro trabajará como una locomotora humeante para descubrir de qué manera hacerte sentir mejor, pero seguiré pensando que molesto y agobio, y que en realidad no quieres ninguno de mis estúpidos consejos ni mis palabras de aliento. Sé que te has dado cuenta de que doy demasiada importancia a que estés bien. Soy así, qué se le va a hacer. A veces me preocupo demasiado y otras desearía compar…

April 8 - DAY 13

Turn, turn, turn

For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to?

Red, yellow, brown,
I guess I don't need more words, three colors describe the season I love the most.
Red, yellow, brown, Halloween is near, hope you have your costume or I'll cut your ear.
Red, yellow, brown, don't hate this poem, 'cause winter is coming and Starks will be my totem.

I know this is a shitty poem, I just wanted to do something different, haha.

April 7 - DAY 12

Alma mater
You’ve been asked to speak at your high school alma mater — about the path of life. (Whoa.) Draft the speech.

Dear teachers and students, but specially teachers,

Yes, I address to you because I have to confess something: I have no idea what the path of life is. I'm sorry if I have disappointed you. I know you expected great things coming from me because I was one of the best students, but it's been almost four years since I left these walls and I am as lost as when I said goodbye.

I was excited to go to university because I thought that I would become a complete different person, and I would leave behind some aspects of me that I didn't like. But I've realized that my life hasn't change that much. Yeah, I have learnt many things, I am more responsible, (I think) I have developed critical thinking and so on, but I don't think I have experimented how university shapes my path of life. I am the same seventeen-year-old girl, whether I like it or not.

So to en…

April 6 - DAY 11

Third from the top
Head to your favorite blog. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into a new post of your own.
Since I don't have a favorite blog, I'll do a different thing today. I've skipped three song on Spotify; the result has been Larger Than Life by BackStreet Boys (haha) and the third sentence is "but let me tell you now". Let's see how this is going to end...
But let me tell you now
This post is dedicated to all those people reluctant to go to a vegan restaurant.
First, I am not vegan or vegetarian. I eat meat and fish, but not as much as three years ago. I was like you before: I thought that vegan people wanted everyone to stop eating animals, and judged me by not doing so. But then I met my vegetarian friends (luv u girls), who taught me that there are vegan/vegetarian (or not) people who don't give a **** about your diet. I started to listen to the reasons why they are vegetarian and to accept…

April 5 - DAY 10

Share the love

Tell us about another blogger who has influenced your own online journey.

The only blogger who influenced me was Lidia from On Top of the World ♡ She was so kind to me when I started posting shitty things and I treat(ed) her as a role model, because I wanted my blog to be as good as hers. We exchanged our e-mails and made an interview to each other so that you could know more about her, and her followers could know who I was. She was my "fairy godmother" in a kind of project she singed me in and I admired her willingness to write and to direct movies haha. She was my very first follower, supported me when I thought that this blog was not going to work, leaved many positive and encouraging comments and, in short, was a true fallen angel haha
Lidia, if you ever read this, thank you for everything you did for me :)
Suri Helyer

April 4 - DAY 9

The transporter

Tell us about a sensation — a taste, a smell, a piece of music — that transports you back to childhood.
I don't remember much of my childhood. It might seem weird but I just have general memories, for example, memories of me watching Inuyasha and Doraemon.
I was about to say that nothing reminds me of my childhood, buuuut I've just realized that there's a piece of music which I connect to a trip I did to Paris when I was seven years old. I went to Disneyland and the only attraction ride I remember about was "It's a Small World"; a ride around the globe where dolls dance and sing to a song. Here you have the video of the song:

If you've been there you'll know that this song repeats itself again, again and again along the tour. I was so in love with the ride — it was almost the only place I had access to, because I was not tall enough to go on other kinds of rides — that I convinced my family to have another ride. After an hour or so, "…

April 3 - DAY 8


Describe your ultimate escape plan (and tell us what you’re escaping from).

Today I wanted to escape from an oral presentation, the midterm of my degree dissertation. Oh, sweet irony...
The thing is, one day I'll pack all my things, including Stitch, my laptop and my notebooks, and I'll run away from here. I'd love to go to Canada and live under a bridge if necessary, but I'd probably stay at my auntie's in Seville or at my brother's in Bern. My pockets are empty, so "thinking big" wouldn't help me that much... I have to be realistic, but I don't like it, though.
I've been planing this for many, many years, when I realized that I didn't fit in anywhere. Don't misinterpret me; I love my family and the few true friends I have, but I don't think I belong in here. I feel different, misunderstood, and I want to explore the world and find the right place where I can be happy with myself. I did the Erasmus having this thought in m…

April 2 - DAY 7

Prized possession
Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it?
As a child (I was seven or eight years old) I created a special emotional bond with my cuddly dog, Stitch. At that time I felt pretty alone and misunderstood and I didn't have any pets (except for a parakeet), so when my brother brought Stitch home, I felt that he was the missing piece I needed. I called him Stitch because I was in love with Lilo and Stitch (ofc) and I felt identified with Lilo. When Stitch came to her life, she changed and her life was full of colors, so I thought that I could be happier, too.

I slept with Stitch for many, many years, and whenever I was scared of thunderstorms he was there for me. I also called him "mi Compitrueno", because of the movie TED. I brought him to a friend's house and her dog bit him and tousled him (damn dog). He had surgery many times and his recovery lasted a year or so. He lost an eye and the nose but superglue fixed it.


April 1 - DAY 6

The social network
Do you feel like you “get” social media, or do you just use it because that’s where all your friends and family are?
Twitter and I are meant for each other. I spend my day logged in, although I'm not tweeting 24/7. I rather live in the shadows... On the other hand, I use Facebook to stay in touch with my family and friends and to watch cooking videos. Tasty, I love you. I also use Instagram when I'm bored and I want to know how wonderful other people's lives are. It's almost the only social media that keeps me connected to "the real world." My friends and I send memes to each other and sometimes we post a picture. And of course I use Whatsapp (my precious friend Whatsapp) all the time~

March 31 - DAY 5

Odd couple
Does a messy home (or office) make you anxious and cranky, or is cleaning something you just do before company comes over?
Even though my room seems messy, I put everything in an specific place. I'll get mad if someone moves my things and tries to tidy up my room. I  have too many notebooks and books, etc. so my bedroom seems chaotic, and whenever company comes over, I try to tidy up a little bit so that they don't feel uncomfortable. But mess makes me cranky.

So the post is too short so here you have a photo of my bedroom~ As you can see I'm obsessed over Canada (even though I've neven been there hi does anyone volunteer to take me there? no? oh...) and it's pretty funny to me that the sheets and the flag (and almost the walls) match so well. I'm kinda weird I know haha.

March 30 - DAY 4

Five a day

You’ve being exiled to a private island, and your captors will only supply you with five foods. What do you pick?

WHY LORD? WHY ME? *Alison Hedrix' voice*

I am the most indecisive person in the entire world, but I'd try to answer to this question the best I can without feeling guilty for excluding other foods that make my life happier.

I suppose my captors have a kitchen or a fridge or a microwave on the island (?), so I'll pick Mexican super spicy fajitas, pizza, lentils, vegan hamburgers and waffles with chocolate and cream <3 Oh shiet, now I want chocolate and I don't have any...

Maybe you've realized that I'd chosen dishes from Mexico, Italy, France and Spain (I'd only eat my mum's lentils). I don't know where vegan hamburgers come from, but I have in mind the place I would buy those hamburgers. The bar is called Logan's and it's located in Konstanz. I used to dinner there with my friends whenever we didn't feel like cooking…

March 29 - DAY 3

Como ayer no tuve tiempo de escribir, hoy os traigo dos entradas. Estoy que me salgo :') ¡Espero que las disfrutéis!
Suri Helyer

Trading spaces

Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be a member of the opposite sex for a day? What do you think life would be like?

I don't think my personality would change: I'd support feminism, criticize animal cruelty and be a daydreamer. I'm sure I'd be obsessed over music, bands merch, cinema and literature. For sure I'd not shave myself because I'd be an idle guy. I'd still be insecure about my body and about everything in my life :') And I'd be afraid of much more things that I'm willing to admit. In fact, I'd be me but with male genitalia (?) I'd be a perfectionist and sensitive man.
Of course I'd wear bands t-shirts, lumberjack shirts and black pants. I'd walk "like a dude", carefree and confident, and with my friends I'd joke about love and hooking up. Wait. That&…

March 28 - DAY 2

Happy happy joy joy
We cry for lots of reasons: sadness, pain, fear . . . and happiness. When was the last time you shed tears of joy?

I think the last time I cried of happiness was on March 10th. The reason was that I saw You Me At Six, one of my favorite bands, playing live. The truth is that I didn't know how to feel because I had waited six years (not that much tbh) for that day to come.

When I was at Sala Apolo in Barcelona listening to the songs and singing my heart out I couldn't even think straight. It felt like I was floating on a cloud, but at the same time I was perfectly conscious that my feet were touching the ground and that my throat was torn open. Then they sang my favorite song, which is pretty moving, and I just realized where I was, and that I had my second-first favorite band right in from of my eyes. I was *askjdkadj* happy.
I shed tears. Were they tears of joy? I'm not sure. I was so thankful for that moment that I just had the feeling of crying (a litt…

March 27 - DAY 1

Hi there, fallen angles!
    It's been a long time since I wrote something in the blog, but here I am again, ready for some typing action. I know, it has taken me a long time to come back, but the reason is that I wanted to write  posts about something that didn't have to do with reviews or my Erasmus experience. So I decided to start a new section~~ I took the idea from the book with the same title, edited by The Daily Post. Although the edition is from the 2014, we'll pretend it's from the 2017 and I'll basically write about something "everyday". Omg so strange so spooky. I say "everyday" because I don't think I'll keep a routine, but don't judge me beforehand :(( haha jk
      Aaaaand I'm also doing this because I'm procrastinating :') LET'S START (?)

Judgement day If you were to judge your favorite book by its cover, would you still read it?
First things first, my favorite book is Hush, Hush. I know what you&#…