Here's what I have in plan for this year:
• Daily Vocabulary: Library Theme
• More Poetry: Dark Purple
• Important Life Updates: Gold themes
• On Going Storytelling (little snippets but one story): Blue Themes Unless I Change It For A New Story.
thank god tears are colorless otherwise pillows may had revealed many secrets ........
The Diary of Lucy Birmingham,
Sweet Meadow Elderly care
I swore I saw you today, Oliver. A flash of ginger hair and your witty smile. The nurse says I didn't, that you have been gone for a long time, but she's wrong. I saw you, I really did. A very nice young woman came in to see me just a bit ago, her name is Jenny, same as our daughter! She is a sweet girl, but she cries a lot. I sat outside and waited for you today, I thought you would come. It is our one year anniversary after all, but it's alright, the nurse told me you couldn't make it. I love you Oliver.
I swore I saw you today, Oliver. A flash of ginger hair and your witty smile. The nurse says I didn't, that y...
Te quiero porque gritas , lloras
Te caes, te levantas.
Sos autentica , vivelo sin miedo.
Tu eres perfecta , disfrutalo
valoralo , eres única
Vive bien y como quieras vivir
Sin miedos y ataduras.
Yo te quiero porque tu te quieres
Y eso no tiene precio.
Te tengo ganas... ganas de hacerte el amor, no de ese amor que es duro contra el muro y macizo contra el piso, si no de ese que te hago con la mirada cuando estamos solos, ese que al verte me haces revolotear mi estómago, de ese que es único y esencial en momentos serios, tengo ganas de hacerte gemir con solo tocarte u rosar tu cuerpo, de que me mires con lujuria, de poner tu piel muy erizada, de hacerte el amor y lo que nos falte sean ganas de separar nuestros cuerpos, y nos sobre la presión entre ambos, tengo ganas de tocarte por el resto del tiempo y observar cada movimiento, quiero hacerte el amor de una manera tan esmerada, elaborada, que parezca de película, de mentira, telenovela, pero...
Es dejar lo material para hacer un pensamiento abstracto de lo que te da paz. Es conectar tu cuerpo con la tierra en tres principales sintonías.
-La primera es el contacto y empatía con la naturaleza de manera que sientas paz de estar al aire libre.
-La segunda es ayudar a los demás mientras tú sientas bienestar.
-La tercera es gratitud interna y a los demás.
Lo dije así, son mis palabras ¿tu que opinas?.
Spirit of the living God, fall afresh on me. Melt me, mold me, fill me, use me.
Why is the world today so rigid?
Why is it so critical and unaccepting?
Can we disagree and yet not dismiss one's opinions?
Your black is my grey and my grey can be your white.
No two beings borns are alike but that is the beauty of life.
We need a world where "different" isn't judged.
If not praised, at least it is accepted.
" Mis Quince Años "
Who do I rely on after you and Mom?
Your heart, dear.
Carta 1- Apologizes
Não, não tive tempo para agradecer
Agradecer cada momento, cada sufoco, cada briga, cada minuto, cada gesto, cada ciúmes, cada sorriso (e põe sorriso nisso), cada desculpa, cada loucura (mesmo q pequeñas, valeram muito), cada momento, cada insegurança, cada confiança, cada olhar (pqp), cada abraço (o melhor lugar para estar), cada minuto vivido contigo, triste ou feliz (que foi cerca de 90%, ainda q n deixasse transparecer), todas as lembranças que trago comigo e que sempre estarão presentes em minha mente.
Sabe que não sou boa com falas, então a ti dedico essa carta.
Eu sei que lhe disse obrigado, deixei vários recados de que não queria partir.
Did I tell you of a woman who ran a repair shop?
Or of her shop?
If I haven’t already
here it is
a tale of her ‘everyday’s—
Come morning, weary of the previous day’s repairs
She would wake up early
For many jobs she kept—
Who would after all,
Water her plants,
Fix her house?
She was the one she had
A repair lady with endless repairs of her own.
That shop was hers’ too
… Not that she remembers having set it up
But it was there
It has always been there--
It was there yesterday,
The last day,
The day before;
It was there last year
The year before…
Why O! why might you wonder?
Wasn’t she too busy to remember?
Sometimes I think I will never come back,but now I realize maybe it's my fortune download this app again.people's life just like a lonely journey . I need a secret space to share my deep mind.
We're all told and shown what this "perfect" image is like, that we could never look like them cause they are soo divine it's impossible. Magazines show us these models who most of the time DON'T actually look like what they're showing us. Yet, we believe them I mean I may only be 16 years old but seriously they are showing us what "society" thinks is beauty when truly WE are all beautiful inside and out. Companies, corporations they are just out there to make money so then YOU think you are way better looking than before but in reality you look just as beautiful without it. I know makeup can act as a mask for some people but seriously I'm not trying to sound blunt or anything but society has...
Pasang surut awan abu di hari minggu,
temani sendu yang menjadi milik.
yang terik berbisik.
SOME DAYS, it's not easy to look at the past
and realize HOW MUCH TIME has passed
I often thinking about the times we laughed
shared in a moment, GONE TOO FAST
YOUR DYING BREATH i hoped wasn't your last
some days, i still wonder if I'M AS INNOCENT AS
they really say i am; i guess we all crash
FALL, BURN; i need to DETACH
but i still FEEL LIKE a PIECE OF trash
and i'm so sorry man
I DIDN'T know you were going TO DIE
if i did, i would GO back
to change the EVENTS of that night
that ULTIMATELY led to your death -
my biggest regret
each day, it HURTS to think about the PAST
ALMOST 2 years has passed
man, TIME sure does fly by fast
your DYING BREATH, i wished WAS...
Winners don't make excuses when other side plays the game....
But sometimes even winners can't help it out
People should appreciate the small things in life that is where the big picture is at. Never knows what in store for the next decade.