Hoy por la mañana me serví una taza de café, había olvidado por completo por que deje de hacerlo.
Y es que al dar el primer sorbo ya no me acordé tanto de ti.
I wana be in your heart
You are heaven in my mind..
Am addicted to you and
I can't quit you.
Between these cobbled streets, I find my heart fluttering, there's footsteps and us.
I miss my vices,
I'm an addict.
Anything that tickles
my dopamine and
I'm a fucking dog chasing it.
Maybe that's why I love to run.
or the high...
I don't even know anymore.
I hope you don't see this letter. This letter is in such a early stage of us knowing each other, that it would be embarrassing to talk about. I just wanted to let the world know how wonderful I think you really are, truly.
You told me of your addiction, and how knowing me made you want to quit. You said you thought I was too good for you the first time, and how so unsure you were the second. I'm not as innocent as you lead me out to be, nor will I ever be. I've made mistakes myself and done a lot of messed up things. I'm so proud of you though, the one thing that tore us apart is the one thing you won't touch again.. Totally quoted blue October there haha!
I often fantasize what ...
I'm an addict addicted to you.
I turn individuals into addictive substances.
The highs are short lived but to me they're worth it.
When I inevitably grow immune to your toxins and cease to get high
I'll feel abandoned, left behind, stepped on.
Your relieving effects will soon enough expire.
Now that I have been exhausted I'll move on to the next.
He'd sing me a melody
And make me blush
He'd hold me close
Breathing into my neck
Such proximity I'd never known
Sigh, it was mistaken for love.
I wonder what it was
Intoxicating my senses
Was it his gaze, those kisses or touch?
No, it wasn't!
His puppy eyes melted my heart this second
A killer punch left me with a swollen lip in the next
I know not how to face this storm
Yet I am determined,
To sail through it all.
I wake up, dress up
And walk out with zest
"Today, he wouldn't win!", I assure myself!
A few minutes later,
In his embrace I stand
Lost as Alice was in wonderland.
May be it was time,
To reconsider the choices I'd made
To get rid of this addiction,
Before it's too late!
In such a way, i m STICK to you that, sometimes I don't understand whether it's me or mere a reflection of you.
Sitting by the window, looking at the sky and thinking high...
With coffee so sweet and kissing the wind,i I am falling in love with the window and touching sky.
None of us grow up with dreams of becoming an alcoholic, addict, divorced, broken, depressed or homeless.
Bad things happen to good people, sometimes we make bad decisions, sometimes life itself throws a curve ball at us.
But its the good people, the broken ones, who always seem to have a vacancy in their hearts for those who wouldnt even give them room in theirs.
Everybody wants to be with you
But once somebody has you
No heart can bare to stay with you
Because we want only you
And you want everybody
The most difficult part about living is loving someone you cannot have,
Giving your heart to her
When she doesn't love you back.
It's a heart wrenching addiction,
Always smiling in her direction
Only to be ignored and let down.
But you can't help loving her,
The way she smiles when she's excited,
The look in her eyes
When she sees a friend,
Or the way her lips part when she inhales from a cigarette.
It feels like you've known her forever,
Like you've loved her forever,
Yet in the end your love for her
Just turns to pain,
Pain of knowing she looks at someone else,
That you never had a chance,
And that she never loved you to begin with....
What a painful addiction is love,
I realized that when you had a terrible and hectic week it is always a good thing to just sit on a bench somewhere with a hot beverage on hand and do nothing. Just enjoy the view or look at the people walking past through you and contemplate.
It is somewhat a good therapy to relax yourself and your brains from all the stress from work.
I did that yesterday and it is the most well spent 30 minutes of my week at Coco. ☕️
No stress just a pure me time.
To anyone in RECOVERY, who thinks that nobody gives a shit, I DO, and I think you are a ROCKSTAR
Its not easy, but the worst day in recovery is better than the best day in relapse.
If tongue likes
While stomach dislikes
Nonetheless, food is nice
As says rich
If tongue dislikes
While stomach approves
Nonetheless, food is OK
As says poor
Let the tongue and stomach dislike
Nonetheless, all that's to hold up hungry
As says begger .
Every year in Newquay, the romance of surfing delivers us a fresh hoard of disciples. They arrive looking quite regular, but in the space of a few weeks they are walking around town in their barefeet, wearing over priced surf brand tshirts and hoodies.
Some surf for the season and then fade away, maybe not liking the high enough, while some get bitten by the bug and embrace the lifestyle completely.
They are the lucky ones, for surfing is our ticket to places that most people will never get to, our comnection with nature in its most raw and beautiful state.
So if you have never tried surfing then give it a go, its better to surf and then quit, than to never have surfed at all.
Whenever I feel weak, I remember those who make me strong.
Whenever I doubt myself, I remember those who believe in me.