Personal Message

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And finally...this question: The mystery of who's story it will be. 

Of who draws the curtain. Who is it that chooses our steps in the dance? 

Who drives us mad, lashes us with whips and crowns us with victory when we survive the impossible?

Who is it that does all these things?

Who honours those we love with the very life we live?

Who sends monsters to kill us and at the same time sings that we will never die?

Who teaches us whats real and how to laugh at lies?

Who decides why we live and what We'll die to defend?

Who chains us? And who holds the Key that can set us free?

 

  It's you 

 

You have all the weapons you need.
¡Now Fight!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Me

  

 

 

 

Just a small town girl that loves: the good old rock music, read under the shade of a tree, write everything her mind can pour upon her own inventions, the smell of old literature, walk under the rain, cuddle on cold nights, weekends party with friends, sunday barbecues with family, a puff or two of her favorite cigarette to calm herself, all that Asian culture has to offer simply because finds it fascinating, long walks, new people, inspiring places, the smell of newly brewed coffee in early mornings, people (like her) that shamelessly likes to laugh or cry while reading. The list goes on. Basically little things in life, to appreciate daily.   tumblr_static_bun.gif

 

 

 

 

 

 
 
 
SHE HAS THE GLORY OF THE                                 
Rock and Roll
      RUNNING IN HER VEINS
 
BUT ALSO 
 
SHE LOVES
           K P
                                        with all her heart