The addiction to the company sometimes makes us meet the wrong people.
That is why you should be prudent but above all love yourself first and appreciate the moments of solitude.
Happiness is an undefined feeling that depends on us its intensity. Because it is always there with us, the problem is the importance we give to the moments when we see everything dark. And that's where you should appreciate and enjoy more of the little details of life.
Her look seemed fragile but she was very strong inside and never let her heart break so easily.
remember...There are decisions that hurt even to the deepest of the heart but will hurt once, and not constantly. So take a break, think and decide.
Each tear that borders your wet face keeps a feeling that comes from within you. It will depend on you wanting to let those tears pass again and again or change your thoughts and let your smile fulfills its function.
Sometimes you must be selfish with the rest of the world to be able to start being generous with yourself. Sometimes you must sacrifice part of your feelings to open your eyes and see reality from a perspective in which you can grow as a person without any interruption.
Look. Look well.
Im not perfect right?
But you know something... I do not pretend to be. The beauty of each person is unique, that's why we are different. It's only society that imposes on you to be one way, but fuck the stereotypes! Only me decide who to be and how.... Only me decide what 'perfection' wear, my OWN perfection.
The sense that you give to reality depends on your feelings but sometimes it is the reason, the mind that has to make you wake up.
For while feelings give color to life, thoughts help you build your own path in that life.
One thing i thank to myself is Always be Me no matter what.
Because I prefer be rejected for how I am than to be accepted for pretending someone I never was.
Tears blurred her vision and a lump in her throat kept her from speaking up. Fear numbed any movement... And there she was. All alone. Left in shock....
Paralyzed in a deep sleep from which she could not leave. Her past had come back to stay even in her unconsciousness.
But she, she was much stronger than all that ...
Her gaze had so strenght that it made glowing what she was looking at.
She could until make beat the weaker chest and heal the hole left by the scars ... Of love.
What is the difference between living and being alive?
To be alive is not to live, it is only to be part of life. But to live is to discover what it really means to be alive.
It's dreaming, being happy, being sad, jumping, dancing.
To live is to build your own path, accompanied by emotions.
La ternura de sus ojos, la fuerza de su corazón, la inteligencia de sus palabras, los abrazos con el alma... todo. Y nada. Todo adoro de él. Y nada, nada haría por cambiarlo.
La ternura de su alma enriquece aquel que pueda sentirla y apreciarla
La fuerza de sus ojos no se olvida fácilmente en aquellos que saben encontrar el reflejo de un rayo de sol entre tanta tormenta que la rodeaba...
Between shadows and lights her emotions teetered on an endless slope ...
Silence is not nothing, sometimes it is everything.
Sometimes silence tells us the story we do not want to express,
other times it will build special moments where the kiss
is the only thing that sounds between words that rest
in deep feelings.
Words keep quiet when the sigh takes it all forming swirls of feelings that make noise on their own
until reach the place where the calm and sweetness do their job ..
The stigma does not live with you, only live the people who believe in them.
So be strong and keep hope for a better future.
Fight against the fear and remember:
Your own brightness does not turn off if you do not let it go out.
And you are powerful enough to get that.
Ignore the stigma, turn fear into struggle and hope.
Believe in you...
is the most valuable weapon you have available to grow as no one could imagine.
The essence of life is not simply living but how you live
and with whom you want to share
the beating of your heart.
Oxygen is only the air you breathe, what really gives you life are the feelings of your interior and the fight for your dreams.
Ur dreams and
A break if they need
But Never stop Dreaming!
We carry a backpack of prejudice, criticism, negative opinions, jealousy, envy, rancor, fears, insecurities. And in our hands we all have a book with a story to tell, but who will want to read if we do not get rid of that backpack? ....
Free yourself from those bindings, be kind and listen, so others will do the same for you.
Like branches of a tree that wrap her body
Tied to her feelings
Without being able to advance a single step
Fear of new storms
But To advance is to learn to untie all knots.
The closest paradise I have is your skin
A place where you do not have to dream to feel the heat of your kisses
To breathe your purity
To enjoy the sound of your words that leave me eclipsed ...
A one way trip and never back.
You do not need anyone to tell you that you are beautiful to believe.
Each person has his/her own unique beauty. We have only imposed some canons to follow and we believe that beauty is perfection .. but it is not so.
There really is no concept or definition ..
So do me a favor and love yourself as you are. Or I can not fulfill my mission.
Your essence is my mirror.
Your love to you, it's me.
She looks at life in black and white
But feel it in colors...