Mi niña bonita, brillante lucero. Te queda pequeña la frase ‘te...– Niña Bonita por Chino y Nacho
"I wrote this song for my cat"
Little You and I by Jason Mraz
Destiny by JJ Hutton
I am a miserable fuck. Traffic jam thoughts. Aimless speech. Fever dreams, coffee with no cream, love with no pulse, alone at restaurants, at grocery stores, at parties. I have no identity. Shifting shape, black to blue, trading girls, red hair for Persian skin, parents and gods, politicians and lost purpose mobs, all asking me to be sacred, to...
Cory: [to Feeny] It's hard to imagine you as a kid. Did your parents call you Mr. Feeny?