Faithful women will give you so much of their attention, you might start thinking it's because they have no other option.
Truth is, they have plenty.
They just don't entertain that shit....
Thank you for bringing me to this world
Thank you for taking care of me
Thank you for giving me good thoughts
Thank you for your moral stories
Thank you for your support
Thank you for making me who i am
The word "thank you" will never become enough. Mothers are the god's greatest gift to us. Happy mothers day
Heart of a baby, but still the strongest person I know.
Maa, you will always be my Number One.
After deciding to have you in my life I cleared all my mind and became too positive so that no negative can touch my sight!
The next day I started the process! With so much research and insight but all went in a vein in front of the guts that says that's the right time!
While the process I took my god's name without the expectations of any gender, looks and kind!
After the process, it felt unusual and delight we were staring into each other as if we are gonna go towards the skies!
Till the sun got set and kept me alive, I started feeling something inside the body of mine. As if my heartbeat is running all in my stomach the feeling was very unclear and uncovered!
I don't know whe...
I hear you calling out my name, I hear the hushed whispers in the dark. Pull me in and let me feel your chest against me. Your call echos through my mind as I tear apart the walls I built around myself to keep you out. I want to break out of this cage I have locked myself in and feel the freedom of your kiss and the brush of your hands. I am in my tower waiting to save myself from the dragons of my own creation.
A qual eu sempre achei
A mais bela de todas
A mais inteligente
A que significa tudo
Que me protege do mundo
E de mim mesmo
A flor mais bela
A que me deu luz
(With a Man)
I ask: define man.
Man: when you see a human eyes full with flood of blood but not a single drop cross limits.
I ask: may be that human is a woman.
Man: the difference is
"if the blood dries in eyes she is a woman"
"if it goes in heart and dry than a man".
As in Shakespeare's Sonnet
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day
Never do I
You ain't Normal
You are Rare and Real
A beautiful complex
A metaphor itself
You are the woman with my love
To whom the poet bows...
I don't understand you. Why do you flutter for someone who has hurt us? Why do you race when you look into those deep blue eyes.
Why must you fall, when they disappear and disappoint? You should know that they wont change no matter what they say.
My precious heart, please listen to oir brain when we say we need to let go. I know its hard. Its for the best.
As she cries out in pain, shadows lurk atound the room, smiling and laughing at her demise. A small red stain lays on the carpet beneath her, growing little by little as another shadow hits her again. "How many years have passed since then?" She asks herself, her mind going fully blank as another lash hits her. Not capable of running away from her misery, she takes a sip from her coffee mug and gets up from the bench smiling, leaving the park for another wonderful day of murder.
It was a privilege
to be your
My inner thoughts
I never got a chance at a real goodbye, i never got a chance to let you know how thankful I was for you, I never got a chance to hug you one last time... the songs that bring your memory to the front of it all are the ones that I am obsessed with because I never want a chance to forget our memories.
When I get excited..Hold me tight..
When I feel low..Hold me tight..
When I get lost..Hold me tight..
When I break down..Hold me tight..
When I am happy..hold me tight..
When I don't make sense..
hold me tight
Because..it is the only thing which makes everything feel alright..
makes the heaviest cloud.. so light..
makes the darkest day..so bright
It’s been a year since you left your mark for a final farewell on my heart. The searing and scarring of my soul. I’m not sure how I feel but I know I’ve thought about the things you left behind way more than I should’ve allowed since your passing over into the spiritual afterlife.
Often times, the pain would cripple me leaving me to wallow in the depths of despair and angst with little hope of ever returning to the person I once was before your last but most damaging jab.
The stabbing of my mind, the holes you left gaping open leaving me to question my self worth, marring my self confidence, questioning my existence.
I’m coming out of the hurt with a freedom of forever nev...
I wish that I could talk to you , this is one of those times I don't know what to do.
Your granddaughter needs anger management and parenting classes. Because, my daughter would never behave the way your granddaughter is behaving and still has no bond with her son. I'f I could send you roses in heaven I would have to ship them, and me along with them too you.
I feel like I'm failing her as a Mother, I see now everything I did probably made you feel like this. I miss you so much. Please watch over my children and grandchildren, when I am not there to protect them. Keep them safe Mom until I can get there.
I'm sorry for taking you for granted. I love you always.
Everyone deserves a father, who sacrifice their life for their children. Not the one who runs away from responsibilities.
Everyone deserves a mother, who keeps tye secrets and defend their children. Not the one who ruins it infront of others.
Everyone deserves parents, who should understand their children's metals health. Not the ones who destroy it for every single matter.
Everyone deserves parents, who can sit and listen to their children's pain. Not the one's who are responsible for their pain.
It was just another ordinary day. On the street, I was one of the millions of girls in their early twenties, maintaining a busy routine between private college and a suburban job that barely paid the bills.
As usual, I crossed the same slope. The jumble of houses, the sewage puddles, the people always staring, the damn railing-covered wasteland that looked like a chicken farm ... Everything, exactly everything, was just like every other day.
I could have sworn the boss would never leave. Usually I get off at 7:30 pm, however, when I'm out of work, I tend to run away from the office at 5:00 pm if nobody's around. And as I always did, I took the keys and the streets of my quaint little town ...