Nunca permitas que un hombre te haga llorar mujer 💞
Cuando existen otros que darían la vida por verte sonreír 🌹
In a long lost land
Be the one who can light a candle in someone's life.
Do not expect as it will hurt you more.
Be like O+ve blood type, universal donor.
This reign is all about KARMA
You will see the people suffer who did bad to you.
Leave it to your destiny.
People will miss you for the way you made them feel.
And being like this, people will search for you in every other person.
That's when KARMA will hit...!!!
They will search but would never find you.
Be the candle and be the light.
Life is beautiful, everything happens for a reason but keep in mind....
It won't happen if you don't make it happen....
Extraño que busques fastidiarme y verte disfrutarlo.
Extraño tenerte cerca aunque en ocasiones no te fijarás en mí. Con el simple hecho de tenerte alrededor era suficiente. Alegrabas mis días.
DESEO Y QUIERO.
SOLEDAD NOS CONSUME POCO A POCO.
Sé el transfondo de todo esto.
The Water Element
Everytime they left, I felt the rains caress my face,
Like the sand, I saw the waves flow away,
I still hold on to them in different ways,
If I had a wish, I would be the ocean,
Housing the waves which were never fated to me,
On a full moon night, perched on the sand, you'll look at me and my scars.
It's not for an end to start.
A Good book never ends but left unwritten to be filled.
Don't hunt alone for the unknown treasure. A hunter has only one story but a treasure has 100 more. The stories never end but disguises themeselves in different shapes to find it around. The journey is unknown and the destination is not known but a mere hope to find the treasure is all what we know.
In the quest of these stories always leave the traces of the map you find out and show the light to others journey of dark and wild in the midst of a forest filled with mysteries to find out the treasure you are searching for.Don't get into the trap and you will be caught. Somepath seem to be long and some are...
Dear precious love,
First of all before saying anything I would say I'm dumb ,I'm stupid , I'm arrogant, I'm rude ,I'm idiot and a fool yet I love you beyond imaginations rule. Something for your last minutes of bday.
Here I go ,
I love you like my shining star,
Bright ,beautiful ,bit far.
I love your gorgeous smile,
Pure like the midnight isle.
Your cute faces make me wild ,
Like the mermaids in chilly nights.
Eyes of nature full of love,
I see myself in them all above.
Chubby cheeks are soft as well,
Wish to bite them dark n red.
Crazy soul pure of all,
Like the snow in winterfall.
Heart of ocean deep and sound,
I'm lucky in it I drown.
Your little nose is a frown ,
Anger is like it...
I have thought about this letter so many times what
I would say how to word it. I cant even begin to imagine the questions you have but I will start with 1st off I Love You there isnt a day that has went by or goes by that i dont think about you and your sisters. Always wondering if your ok how ur doing whats going on in your lives. The day i had you was one of the greatest days in my life you were my world sadly i was very young and wasnt able to protect you and care for you the way you deserved so after fighting for you i choose to talk to your mom and dad and agreed to them adopting you it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I had to let you go but I knew it w...
One thing most don’t know about me is I have a big problem with change.
Any kind of change can throw me into a panic or anxiety attack.
Any difference in my schedule or change in furniture.
This past week, well I should say last few months has been hard because it’s been completely filled with change.
I’ve been freaking out, going without sleep, crying, waking up in the middle of the night to an attack.
I freaked out the other day because I got my hair trimmed.
However, sometimes I can do little things like use different smelling laundry soap, but it all has to be the same name brand or clean my house on Thursday instead of Tuesday but the routine is always the same.
It meant different to different people,
Perspective, it's all about.
Some wanted expeditious response,
While some still had the patience.
Some got updated,
While some still loved the smell of letters.
Some left with the sunset,
While some had just started with it.
Bust my balls if you will!
Right in front of my old friends!
How many people would it take to convince you that your shit fired my boss last night at a dinner at the Hilton?
You’re a fiend.
Drown your cow at Bob Abbey’s feet.
The spinning wheel of good fortune.
The ball breaker.
The back breaker.
You’ve never seen me spit nails.
The ball buster.
The Brecker Brothers.
Eat my shorts, NITWIT!
All for one and I’m done.
Getting kicked out of the diner for singing Christmas carols too loudly.
Getting kicked out of the pharmacy for eating unprescribed opioids with gusto in isle eight.
I don’t know if String has Strung, but I’m at Stringer’s House and you know what that means!
Small people hiding in the bushes.
Men with weird jobs.
Painters and plumbers, hand in hand.
Ding bats with no fortunes.
Babes with cowbells hanging at their feet.
Slightly woven, slightly barreled, slightly masked by the cover of their own disgrace, these bombshells blow pillars to shreds with the mere certainty of their own significance.
Loved by all.
Today I dedicate my entire life in betterment of those who need me. I know how difficult it is to deal with everything and when you find no one to support you and when someone leaves because they fail to understand you.
I have your back. All we need, at times, is someone to tell us that we aren't bad, situations were. All we need is someone to tell us that we are not alone. Most of us suffer a great deal and yet millions of us find no one aside ! That is tragic. I have taken a step ahead against depression. It is a disease. I have struggled with it, I still struggle with it. Normal people cannot deal with people who are depressed. I guess only we can help each other and b...
I am withdrawing
and going within-
I am longing
for an interlude
I am withdrawing
and going within-
I am longing
for an interlude
I am withdrawing
and going within-
I am longing
for an interlude
I had never opened up to anyone like that before, so deeply into my body, he penetrated me all the way, way deep inside. He touched parts of me I didn’t even know I had, pleasure points inside my walls, where when rubbed and caressed by his wand of light, lit me up like a Christmas tree. I felt ecstatic, expanded, so care free ... my spine began to undulate like a serpent... my upper lips quivered in sheer delight ... was this what they call a “whole body orgasm?” My whole being was engaged fully in this experience... our deep brown eyes intently witnessing each other’s unfolding, unleashing together this wild side, both of us together dancing with our Siva-Shakti energy... the yin and the ya...
I want to let you know that I do not take any of your hateful comments, hard stares or complete avoidance to heart. I just don’t take any of your gossiping and complaining (about me), personally. It has become a daily part of my existence to “emotionally detach” myself from the toxicity emanating from human kind. So your attempts to try and make me feel small or be small were smashed even before that thought crossed your 3D frame of mind.
Although the annoyance of sharing a space with another who clearly is not your my biggest fan is not on my top ten list of “faves”....,
I swallow the thoughts that my ego feeds me and I spit out the illusions that ha...
L- lullabies of an
O- omnipresent soul,
E- epitomizing us.
Are you a romantic person who embraces your sensual, sexual side? Do you allow that energy of creation to flow and expand?
I was so shut down from the waist down for so many years.
I couldn’t keep that sacred sexual energy suppressed anymore... it had to come up like bubbles wanting to rise up above the waters and be freed...
And then I saw him... tall, dark and handsome... he walked into my office and said “I want you to sit on my face...” my heart began racing... I was confused at his suggestion, “Sit on his face?” I thought. “Hmmm what did that mean... and suddenly and an image of him popped into my mind, I saw him laying down his long body on the massage table. I was squatting ove...
Vorrei scappare non so dove
Ma non trovo le forze
Ho paura di ferire
Il cambiamento è sempre doloroso
È sempre un bisogno di andare oltre
Di rompere i vecchi schemi mentali
Mi sento improvvisamente invaso da tanti stimoli.
Ed io così frastornato e confuso, non so come maneggiarli e di conseguenza maneggiare me stesso
Qui, il giusto e sbagliato non esistono più
La linea di confine tra di essi si fa sempre più sottile
Sento tante maschere sul mio volto
Sia nei sorrisi che nelle tristezze
Sembra un eterno partorire
Con la paura di un aborto
I would like to escape I don't know where
Make me invisible
But I can't find the strength
I'm afraid of hurting
Change is always ...
I am TANUKI
Not a racoon
I was born and grew up at Mt.Semba in Japan
We don't hibernate during the winter,
but I'm eating a lot of acorns while I can
Because I don't wanna get hungry in this coming winter
I got hit with sleepiness
Good night lovely friends in the forest
Getting back to Lettrs, is like being back home, that too, after a long time.
I never felt lost, or panicked, after a comeback, for lettrs always welcomes, with two big hands, a warm hug, and a light slap,
Saying with a glare, "start fresh, by saying a sorry".
"Sorry lettrs, for a late comeback".
A letter to my love
What would my life be without you in it?
A thought I cannot, would not fathom.
I'm so in love with you.
You are my lover and friend.
How lucky to have such a man.
Together we make mountains move.
I support you and love you with every fiber of my beiing.
Thanks babe and cheers to us and what's to come.
Do you see its charm?
Just a shy, warm sunshine
and it seems that this season has the gift to unchain hearts, to pulsate fire butterflies...
Do you feel its tenderness?
Just a kind, light wind
and wings in love touch..
touch gently the ground,
till the sunset falls down,
down on the earth...
Just a breath,
in dry smell, reddish rustling,
reigniting stars in steamy ash,
fire mirrored in dew,
till the sunrise comes down,
down on the earth too..
It’s autumn !
Why have we forgotten ?
To be hearts,
looking crazily for love..
For the fire butterflies
just go to another sky..
Dear lettrs Staff,
Thank you thank you and a million thanks to you...
This has been the worst ever period of my life...
Enduring sustained depressions, quarrels and stuff....
In the middle of this... You sprang out of nowhere... And I am glad you did...
Got my feelings out...
Made me restart writing again...
Made me restart my life again...
Will always be grateful to you
Once again, zillion thanks to you....
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,