Montoya could forgive anything of a bull-fighter who had aficion. He could forgive attacks of nerves, panic, bad unexplainable actions, all sorts of lapses. For one who had aficion he could forgive anything.
Monday, May 20
I get by without a lot of things actually.
P.S. I live for afternoon showers.
Today I woke up at 16h and I’m just two clicks away from googling “how to motivation”.
Ultimos cuatro minutos, sprint o cool down, sprint o cool down, sprint o cool down, dos anos despues, Maca ya no tiene rodillas.
Cerdeando con #tono y @alejandro_x4 #deli #mac #hola

The National | Heavenfaced
Hoy, a mis dieciocho años, me pregunto si algún día me va a costar menos de una hora y media despertarme.
#tbt #manolo
😴 #notmorningpeople #manolo
- Santiago: Ayer tuve una epifania
- Yo:
- Santiago: Deja googoleo epifania y te digo si si fue
Abril 26
Me molestan este tipo de pequenas… /incongruencias/.
April 19
Perhaps it’s time to let go, let go of everything and see how much of myself is it that I can bear and for how long, maybe it’s time to start being myself again, my upgraded self, my it’s-been-two-years-already-get-the-fuck-over-it self, maybe I don’t give myself enough credit, maybe the person sitting on the floor right here at two in the morning has much more than meets the eye and doesn’t even know it yet, I mean how about pulling my fucking self together as I’ve done so so many times before, what’ll the difference be, to get up again, one more time, just once more after all of this is over, I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure about anything as I am about this, even if none of this makes sense, just the fact that I’m still here is a huge accomplishment, it’s actually kind of ridiculous, when I put things into perspective this is nothing compared to how it used to be, it’s nothing really, damn near close but not close enough, I’m never going back there again, not now, not ever.
It’s not really a secret, but I’ve treated it as such my whole life so.
Hullo.



