Ven llega mas de cualquier manera, ven a bailar...
Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date.
I’m going to be totally honest here and say that I don’t really like this day of the challenge. I don’t think there is any perfect first date. I think what’s more important is the other person on the date. I also think that the “perfection” of the date depends on this person. Like, maybe I’m in love with a comic book writer, and part of our perfect...
There's no one who imagines like you.
There’s a cemetery deep below the sea, There the space is reserved for fools like me. Tried to kill myself at least a dozen times, But nothing seemed to turn out right. Now I’d rather wait a half a century, Soiling the bed, all belligerent and wrinkly. Even when I go blind and lose my mind, Nothing seems to turn out right. Something’s gotta turn out right. If you want,...
dearoldlove: I fell for you before I even met you.
dearoldlove: I still have my old cell phone with your messages, saved in a drawer. I can’t bring myself to read them again, but I can’t delete them or throw the phone away, either.
Mixed messages + my inability to flirt = waaaah.
Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today.
I’m not technically in this photo, because I’m the one taking it, but today I had Starbucks with Jonathan.
Skip to It
dearoldlove: I’m certain we’ll end up together at the end of the story. Can we skip to that part, please?
dearoldlove: The thought of having to start referring to you as “my ex-boyfriend” scares the hell out of me.
I Should Be
dearoldlove: I should be furious and hate you for what you did to me. Yet, all I can think of are the memories we shared and how much I miss you.
dearoldlove: Without you I wouldn’t be me.
Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of...
My day was pretty okay today. I spent the morning watching Sex & The City, listening to The Police, and texting Jonah. Then I showered and beautified myself. I had a bit of excitement, when a boy complimented me. He’s a music producer I’ve followed for years. He also sings one of my favorite songs ever. We’ve been talking lately and today he complimented me and gave me...
Dirty Thirty Challenge.
Day 1 – A photo of yourself and a description of how your day was. Day 2 – A photo of something you ate today. Day 3 – Your idea of the perfect first date. Day 4 – Your favorite photograph of your best friend. Day 5 – A photo of yourself two years ago. Day 6 – A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet. Day 7 – Your dream wedding. Day 8 – A song to match your mood. Day 9 – A photo of...
Need you like a heart needs a beat.
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling) i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you here is the deepest secret...
As the pattern gets more intricate and subtle,...
“What is Real?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?” “Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but really loves you, then...
dreambyte asked: WE SHOULD WATCH GILMORE GIRLS TOGETHER WHEN WE GET BACK.
kneedeepinhooplah asked: TINK!
Could you forget what happens to you and me?
It’s funny how the mind associates things with other things. How I associate a book about housekeeping with memories of my grandfather. How I associate those memories with you. My grandfather was a good man. A veteran, a husband, a father, an alcoholic, an uncle, a construction worker, and plenty other things. But when you get down to it, a good man. He married later than most, ...
Too many words don't exist in English.
Saudade is a Portuguese and Galician word difficult to translate adequately, which describes a deep emotional state of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which is lost. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might really never return. Saudade has been described as a “vague and constant desire for something...
In a world full of coincidences and continuities, it seems ridiculous to believe that something could fall into place so perfectly that you feel whole before realizing something was missing. But is it really so hard to believe? Couldn’t the planets align in such a way that we would be foolish to label certain events coincidences? Maybe they could. Maybe not. But I have no problem...
This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire...– Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
It is such a secret place, the land of tears.– Antoine de Saint-Exupery, The Little Prince (via misswallflower)
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,...– Agatha Christie (via carouselinparis)