[ running away and hiding with you ]

[ 'for reasons unknown' ]

2007-08-14T18:22:00.000-07:00

i should feel guilty – i never remember this blog. Right now, i just did, 'cause MrB. singed-in on my brother's msn.

is pathetic, i update my lj with bullshit about fucking life every day and to this poor thingy? nothing.

although there's no much to say – i'm still wondering when did guys became so fucking boring and i'm still a way to happy for 30 seconds to mars coming to argentina. – oh, my life is so goddamn exciting ¬¬.

ah – my godfather got me a dove from italy. how fucking awesome is that? he made my day okay today (too many ‘y’ ¬¬).

i'll be going now. maybe i remember this more often – or, you know, no.

xoxo
me.

[ 'and i've been doing just fine' ]

2007-06-07T16:09:00.000-07:00

Q: Am i that motherfucking domed in the fucking love department?
A: Well, yes.

you know, when they say that i'm never going to get a boy if i don't try to; they should see that every time i do try, everything goes to fucking hell.

Fuck, what's the hard part of 'hey, i like you, wanna go out someday?'

Guhs, i feel frustrated and i normally don't get like that over this; but this time i had to get it out - and i wasn't gonna do it somewhere else, so here it is.

i don't want a fucking boyfriend, i don't want a relationship - i just want a boy to hang out and make out.

that's it, i'm turning to lau's friends, or my brother's. ¬¬

i feel like i'm 12 all over again. shoot me, please?

'am I too dirty? am i too flirty?'

2007-05-28T18:51:00.000-07:00

With the venomous kiss you gave me
I'm killing loneliness (Killing loneliness)
With the warmth of your arms you saved me,
Oh, I'm killing loneliness with you
I'm killing loneliness that turned my heart into a tomb
I'm killing loneliness

awake.unafraid@hotmail.com - feel like killing loneliness with me?

(fuking insomnia is back)

2007-05-27T01:38:00.000-07:00

everyone is heavy-breathing in their sleeps - i wish i was 'em.

"You fall in love of everyone," she told me, and it took me a whole day to realize how right she was.

it's true because i do fall in love of small glances, of shy smiles, of soft voices, of dark eyes and shinny looks – also of jokes in the right moment, of good manners in the table, of gentlemanly and dorky-ness. i just do it, i can't help it.

"but your falling in love lasts as much as an ice-cube over fire." She added, after a second. and that was something i understood right away.

because i fall in love of little things – but i can't never fall in love with the person itself. mostly because i believe that love-of-being-in-love just goes okay or movies and fanfictions.

[ 'don't you wanna come with me?' ]

2007-05-12T22:24:00.000-07:00

i feel submissive. and that scares me - worries me. it's like after everything i said i don't want to take control for a while. i want somenthing else.

i want - i need - someone else to take control for a bit.

even if it's only on me. even if it's sounds sick. even if it's in a small action - i just need -

Submissiveness is not the same as stupidity.
i need to be like that, at least once. i really do.

i dunno why, i just do i need it - and want it.

maia

ps. you should ignore that pals, i'm not making much sense right now.

wordless, but peaceful

2007-05-11T18:25:00.000-07:00

en mi casa no hay nada prohibido, pero no vayas a enamorarte

.think happy thoughts.think happy thoughts.think happy thoughts.think happy thoughts.think happy thoughts.think happy thoughts.think happy thoughts.think happy thoughts.

[ 'i wanna stand up, i wanna let go' ]

2007-05-10T09:21:00.000-07:00

links ahoy!

this is me
and my life:

*in words:
this makes me proud, is my work
this makes me happy
this worries me and I still need it
this is who i look up to
this keeps me sane and alive
this is my everything
this is my forever
this is my company

*in pics:<
they make me feel okay
they make me understand
they make me scream
they are more than what I can say
they are back
they keep me awake
they lullaby me to sleep
[and there are so many more that I can never finish this list]

*x-posted to my LJ*

ladyrcoketdale - maia - or just me

[ 'open up my eager eyes' ]

2007-05-09T20:00:00.000-07:00

i love coincidences – those amuse me to death.

[ 'make it up, break it up, what do you care' ]

2007-05-09T08:30:00.000-07:00

i'm going to kill lucen one of this days - really if she doesn't stop saying that i have to watch fucking Heroes i am really going to fucking kill her. i really don't care about the slash or the hot boys or even the good plot. reeeally ¬¬. /i needed to say that - again.

talking about people to kill i may murder mark in this days, the motherfucker did this pretty make up on himself and won't tell me how *pouts* i mean i have enough to figure it out with Panic!'s make up - he's a friend se shouldn't do that

that was pointless ¬¬. in other news i got a new aim name (well in my deffense, King Bden lasted like a month and a half) but i don't like alredy - is just that what i wanted was to long, the other was took and - yeah well, not happy. i think i'm gonna stay with good ol' msn. even thought i'm a bit tired of famous last words - the line is still pretty much me :D

and Pals, dear, if you see this before me - i have a fic for you :D and i wanna talk you, there's a bunch of things to say *misses*

i was gonna sing as alicia i dunno why - ok i do know but - let's leave this in maria, ok?

[ 'let me wrap myself around you' ]

2007-05-08T14:59:00.000-07:00

*ejem*
1. I love Linkin Park. Deply.
2. I hate Linkin Part. Madly.
*ejem*

*explains*
1. Minutes To Midnight.
2. The Projekt Revolution Tour.

oh - i'm very amused today. i wrote ~~smut~~ a fic then found out somenthing interesting and just read a few things about the new AP's book and well, yeah.

i'm gonna keep talking about all this in my LJ - and myabe then on aim and msn. weird day today.

SANTI! ooops, i mean maia

ps. pals i miss you :[

[ 'i look at you and smile' ]

2007-05-06T17:04:00.000-07:00

teenagers scare me.
teenagers girls scare the living shit out of me.
teenagers girls in groups make me wonder how all the boys in the world haven't turn into gays.

*sigh*

it's amusing, thought, how some boys seem to love everything i just said i despised. but really, i'm pretty sure that when i was 15/16 i wasn't like 'em… but well, i'm not a good example of anything like that.

ahhh, my new hair feels so fucking good. and it needs to go out more often. i need to go out more often, i need to meet new people.
~~not that anything of that is gonna happen, but that's to point out that my intentions exists~~

btw, spiderman 3 ftw! meaning that i pretty much liked the movie – i may ramble over it on my LJ or later.

(wanna hear the song in me head? well, that would be I Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor by Arctic Monkeys. i dunno why, i don't even really like 'em – less for the last song, i like that one. and i assume i like this one too ;])

mery, who indeed looks good on the dancefloor ~~or at least she used too~~

[ 'wrong until you make it right' ]

2007-05-03T20:54:00.000-07:00

I'd drive my car off of the bridge
If I knew that you weren't inside

i think there are a lot of things we'll do if we know they wouldn't cause a terrible effect. words we'll say if we knew that nothing is going to change or that everything will be okay. actions we'll take if someone can assure us that no matter what everything would be the same as before.
we'll be braver – i'll be braver that's for sure – if there's something that would remain the same even if the rest changes.
it's like – like if you want to move forward, do something a level up; but you're not sure.. so this something provides you the safety of that even if you do what you want at the end all the damage that could have been caused it has been avoided and only the would results came out – that way you'll do it, right? you'll do anything, right?
i know i would… it would be a fantastic way to kill some time

(the song in my head it's Handcuffs from Brand New, that's the link for you to download it)

maia, who would arrest you if she had some time

[ 'can i change your mind?' ]

2007-05-02T17:37:00.000-07:00

i may be ugly but they sure love to stare.

i think – i think that i have a pretty fucked up concept of beauty.

anyway, i'm not going to rant about what i think is beautiful (which is very different of what i think is hot or pretty or cute or even nice to the eyes). i'm going to talk nonsense until i got tired.

or maybe i'm going to give myself a reason of why i started to write in english again. i don't know, i assume it's easier. all the music i listen to is in english, also are the movies i watch or the tv-series i follow. i love how the english words come out from my mouth, i love talking dirty in english it's easier and it sounds better (okay I totally blame fanfiction for that one), but really i feel like in english i can say whatever i want and never be wrong about it (ugh, how jack marin of me ¬¬). and thinking in english is something i do every day, so it's easier to write in the same way i think.

that makes sense, somewhere in my head. (and yes caplocks are for suckers).

btw, if someone says that i'm a way too skinny lately i'm going to kill 'em with scissors

cute is what maia aims for. ~~or not~~

[ 'don't tell me that it's over' ]

2007-04-30T17:05:00.000-07:00

the mistake of my lips on yours
is worth it when we breath the same air.

the hand travelling in the skin
patches the want of a tattoo shinning there, or anywhere.

the thrust of chest against chest
is the inner and mutual fight of stopping or not.

the blur of confusion in your eyes
makes sense if we try to see this situation.

we don't.

(don't ask, i don't even now from where the fuck that came from.)

the usual, me

i hate crushes

2006-12-06T22:18:00.000-08:00

me pregunto si será facil remplazar los ojos claros por la belleza oscura que vi hoy brillar cuando hablaba...
me pregunto si podre olvidar las sonrisas cómplices de tardes agoviantes en favor de la carcajada que hoy me hizo temblar...
me pregunto si podré dejar de lado una voz ronca y acentuada en favor de otra que cuando canta me hace sonreir como niña...
me pregunto si el estilo indefindo podrá cambiarse por este punk-wanna-be con residuos de andá a saber que...
me pregunto si dejaré de sentir la suavidad confusa de tus manos para redescubrir las asperzas que tiene estas otras...
me pregunto como logré olvidar la forma en la que decías vos mi nombre cuando él me llamó esta tarde solo para decirme hola...

...y más me pregunto cuando dejar de buscar excusas para escapar de uno y de otro, si yo ya sé que no voy a decidir ninguna de las dos salidas...

xoxo
maria... porque a veces me olvido lo bonito que puede sonar ese nombre

me gustaría...

2006-11-27T16:40:00.000-08:00

…But baby when they knock you, down and out
It's where you ought to stay…
-My Chemical Romance

Me dijeron una vez que era buena con las palabras… Me acostumbré a creerlo y tanto me acostumbre, que deje que estas fuesen la mi más segura forma para realmente conectarme con las personas. La única forma en las que creo que puedo ayudar, consolar, proteger, cuidar, querer… Por eso cuando alguien necesita, me necesita, le escribo…
Por eso te escribo… Porque necesitas una ayuda, un consuelo, una protección de la triste realidad que quizás tengas que afrontar (y si, voy a decir quizás hasta el ultimo memento donde estemos seguras de que esa es la realidad)… Porque te quiero…
Me gustaría que en mis palabras se escondiese la formula secreta que va a resolver el problema que ahora da vueltas en tu cabeza (y ya que estamos que en mis palabras se esconda un pasaje a alguna provincia Argentina… pero vamos por partes)… Me encantaría darte en una cajita un montón de sobrecitos maravillosos para abrir en el momento justo y que arreglen lo que ya haya que arreglar… Me haría feliz cualquier cosa que pueda hacer para hacerte feliz…
…Pero por lástima no tengo de la magia que enseñan en Hogwarts ni de ninguna otra y no puedo ofrecerte más que todas estas palabras en las que disfrazo mis inquietudes por vos y mi cariño que ha crecido tanto en este año (y que seguirá creciendo)… Mi humilde forma de mostrarte que estoy a tu lado, y recordarte que pase lo que pase, vos podrás superarlo…

…So fix your eyes and get up,
Better get up, while you can…
-My Chemical Romance

te quiero mucho
xoxo
Ro.

¿quién necesita la perfección?

2006-11-22T06:10:00.000-08:00

esto es para quienes ya saben que es... y es viejo, but bare with me

I can not live
I can't breathe
Unless you do this with me
-The Adventure ~ Angels & Airwaves

Y me sale escribirte…
Me abandono al hecho de poder expresarme entre palabras y metáforas. Me salen las ganas de querer protegerte, de querer salvarte de la banal existencia que no te mereces, de refugiarte a mi lado y de prometerte que todo estará mejor, que el sol brillará mas fuerte, que las estrellas serán mas puras, que los deseos se cumplirán como las horas que pasan… Pero no puedo… No puedo dejar que me gane el querer inventarte un mundo perfecto y utópico si va a salirnos a ambos más caro… No puedo hacerte creer que las soluciones aparecerán por arte de magia y todo encasillará de modo serafín en el mapa de este universo… No puedo, a pesar de que lo quiero desde el fondo de mi alma…

Y entonces?
Entonces me queda decirte otra vez que aquí estoy… Que a pesar de que en algunos casos la geografía nos juegue en contra o que a veces los momentos no coordinen, mi corazón esta al lado del tuyo, mis voz esta en tus oídos cuando quieras oírla, mi hombro esta a tu lado cuando necesites apoyarte, mis manos están junto a las tuyas cuando haya que hacer algo, mis brazos están para abrazarte…

El mundo no es perfecto, la existencia es a veces dolorosa, la vida parece no valer la pena algo así como un millón de veces… Pero hay pequeñas razones que nos hacen sonreír, hay motivaciones escondidazas en cartas, en música, en la tele, en la compu... Están en todos lados, son algo así como cables a tierra, son mas que relaciones humanas o que cosas en las que depositar el cariño… Son sentimientos que nos hacen sentirnos vivos y a esos tenemos que aferrarnos cuando todo nos tienta a dejarnos ir…

Ser fuertes es el desafío.
Es la meta a cumplir.
Es la pauta primera para salir airosos, para sobrevivir…

Mi vida no será de los colores del arco iris; más bien tendrá muchos rojos y muchos negros… No sonarán cascabeles y armoniosos violines, en su lugar se oirán baterías y guitarras fuertes gritando al punk rock… Mi vida no será perfecta, pero te tiene a vos en ella… y eso, eso es suficiente.

xoxo,
marie

ps: do me a favor: smile like you mean it

mirarte

2006-11-20T22:11:00.000-08:00

why has it been taking so long?
excessive procrastination and indecision-
and a love/hate relationship with words,
-Pete Wentez (that man owns me)

...me gusta mirarte, sabés?...
...y más me gusta que ni te des cuenta de que te estoy mirando...
...porque me hace pensar que esto es juego... que yo te miro y que cuando dejo de mirate vos me mirás... se que no es así, principalmente, porque nunca dejo de mirarte...

xoxo
omgwtf?! is maia again ~~i should stop using jon's ways to sing~~

[ This band ]

2006-11-20T07:29:00.000-08:00

[ this band saved my life ]

maia *is the black parade*

2006-11-19T20:26:00.000-08:00

(si, porque dos LiveJournals, un GreatJournal, un Buzznet y un fotolog no son suficientes ¬¬)

...Y porqué no?...
Con ese interrogante empecé a hacer practicamente todo.
Desde leer mi primer fic hasta abrir esto... Pasando por las cosas más importantes de mi vida (y por las personas... y ahora estoy diciendo chistes internos que nadie entendera... oh, well, what a shame...)

Es interesante como relamente me prometí acostarme temprano hoy y ya es la 1.32am... Y mi segunda taza de café en menos de una hora, si vamos al caso...
Será que me puso de buen humor terminar unas cosas de biofisica y dije "vamos a abrir un blog" y en lugar de eso antes tuve (si, tuve) que leer varias cosas de importancia suprema... Y recién hace poco me senté frente a esto...
Estoy sorprendida, eso sí, con la facilidad que elegí título/dirección/palabras para el perfil... Yay por eso. Si, yay.

Oh, parece que algo imporatnte me llama (uhm, "The Listener" by Emily. Y no, no queres saber de que se trata, pero a mi me gusta hacerle propaganda ¬¬)
así que dejaré de escribir estupideces... al menos por este primer post (en el cual milagrosamente no me puse a delirar con ideas extrañas de las que siempre andan en mi cabeza...)

Mañana supongo que me ocuparé de firmar blogs ajenos...

maia!at the disco