329th day without sex:
went to Starbucks just to hear someone calling my name out loud
If his actions don’t speak any love languages, his voice must become a foreign language to you.
Reassurance, quality time, affection and serving you ought to be found in what he DOES more than what he SPEAKS.
Why you? Why me?
Why does it hurt so much?
What’s wrong with me?
Can anyone answer me these questions?
I tried to find an answer, but it always seems to be that I just fall for you, and it was not my intention, but it became my addiction.
Addiction always starts with pleasure.
But it also ends, with pain...
We all have pain and we all look for ways to make the pain go away. But I am crazy and I love this kind of torture.
So in the end, is just the pain and YOU.
We didn’t know how to be together ... But not together we knew how to be.
I would even say - it’s brilliant!
I became so independent. I learned to fall asleep without you, breathe without you, think not about you, and most important to see my future not in you.
How could I even see that ... in you?!?!
Myopia is to blame for everything, not otherwise. It is so strange to recall everything, that once I was ready to follow you to the end of the world, but now I would not have taken even a single step. The fact that life without you did not make sense, turned out that "without you" meant "with you." The fact that I found peace only in your arms, and now my peace is in your absence. So s...
Be a fucking wolf.
Be a fucking lion.
Take no shit.
Eat people’s faces off.
Be a better person.
Show people who get fuck you are.
Never apologize for being awesome.
Stay the mother fucking course.
We have no one to blame for no love.
Now we are quits.
But we can’t collect what is broken to pieces,
We are not for that, but against all odds,
We just can't love each other,
But what does not kill us, makes us stronger ...
Now we are taller than the head
We became stronger standing under fire
We continue fighting for our dreams
Even if no longer together.
There is no love.
There is a reproduction of such hormones as endorphin and serotonin - these are hormones of happiness, from which, it would seem, you are happy.
Now we can easily distinguish lemon from lime, threat from barking, but do not distinguish small fucking things at all.
For example, love can be confused with anything, especially when you are in need of that the most.
But where are our years?
We have a lot to dig through, reinterpret, double-check, measure everything and put up with that. And here we are already wearing a shirt, folded in panties. But it won’t be that soon.
For now we can revel in our rules,
let the duties be behind our back, many shitty things imposed us and continue to impose...
That is not so important, with what we will fill the life vase.
Though with ashes, or with flowers, or with fish.
But I promise, we will still...
Остановите это мгновение, я хочу остаться здесь.
В твоих объятиях, вдыхая твой запах, ощущая твои руки на своей коже...каждая клеточка тела ждёт тебя.
Будь всегда вот так рядом со мной, сердце к сердцу...
Mistakes are like punctuation marks, without them you won’t understand the meaning of life...
•I need to work on myself...
~Are you happy?
~So wtf dude? keep working
SUCCESS in everything
and be SEXY
When you focus on problems, you will have more problems...
When you focus on possibilities,
you will have more opportunities...
Tell me what's been happenin', what's been on your mind
Lately you've been searchin' for a darker place
To hide, that's alright...
But if you carry on abusing, you'll be robbed from us
I refuse to lose another friend to drugs
Just come home,
don't let go..
(C) TOM WALKER
I never took the train alone,
I hated being on my own,
I always took him by the hand,
And say I that need him .
I never wanted love to fail,
I always hoped that it is real
I'd look into his eyes,
And say that I believe him.
Because of you, now, I love this app... and for sure you will never know that it's you.
Remember what I told you about the bottom line and the sharp end?
Nothing lasts, so you'd better have as much as you can, while you can . And in the end, there's only you and only them, and not what they think of you, but what you think of them.
I was in love with him for such a long time that parting from him was like a drowning.
When I was washed ashore, the sediment of him still clogged me.
And it wasn't jealousy, surely?
In learning to live without him, she had taught herself to forget him utterly.
For every gorgeous, beautiful, wonderful woman in the world there is a man who is tired of being with her ...
Show me a woman and I'll show you a man who is tired of being with her .
I realized that no matter where you are or what you are doing or who you are with.
I will always honestly truly completely love you...
I'm just saying that, for once, I feel a sense of pride that I made a decision to take responsibility for my actions instead of hiding them, hoping that the world would one day deliver me a break.
I'm proud I've finally realized that, actually, the only person who has ever been able to deliver me a break is, um, me.
Everyone has to take control on their lives at some point, I think, staring at a golden eagle that is dancing over the crest of the glacier.
Everyone has the power to change things. And in the shadow of that glacier, while changing a tampon, I make the decision to do just that.
"I know what he's like", she says. "I've been there. The temper, the tantrums, the eruptions. He'll make you think it's your fault. If it wasn't for you, he'd be a paragon of fucking virtue. But the only person who makes him the way he is is HIMSELF . Nobody else is to blame. For two years I put up with his shit and I feel like a fucking fool for it. Don't let him make you think that this is somehow a new thing and he was never this way before" .
"Nobody will ever love you the way I did ", he shouts.
And all I can think is thank heavens for that.
Thank the fucking heavens.
It's not really a wonderful thing, isn't it?
It's actually a sarcastic little fucker.
You know when people write letters to their 15year old selves , revealing what they wish they'd known then?
If I had to write one, I would say this: don't spend your teenage years waiting for something to happen. Count yourself lucky, enjoy the banality. Remember that there is plenty of time to shine. Stop craving drama. And be careful what you wish for.