My little Butterflies.

Friday, June 29, 2012

What's left.


Time it was, and what a time it was, it was 
A time of innocence, a time of confidences 
Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph 
Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Rage.



I can’t stand this rage in me,
to be overgrown with this fire,
The wrath is bruising inside,
The fury suffuses my vision,
It’s so hard to stop the rancor,
All is so violent all is so bright,
That’s why I need to express.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Appreciating.

You won't always find a person that will do everything for you so when you find that person LEARN TO APPRECIATE! because people get tired also.

Not only teens; Everyone.

Do you know what growing up is about? Losing things.
But don't fret or be sad, because for everything you have missed, you always have something to gain from it. 
You are stronger than you were yesterday.

Sunday, June 3, 2012

Beautiful love.

    

I hope you dance.



I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me that you’ll give fate a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance 




Why I Adore the Night.

“Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books, seasons – all these things, which are not really things, but moments of life – take on a different quality at night-time, where the moon reflects the light of the sun, and we have time to reflect what life is to us, knowing that it passes, and that every bit of it, in its change and its difference, is the here and now of what we have.  
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.”
— Jeanette Winterson

A man.


Any boy can stick his dick in a girl, but it takes a man to not be a dick & stick with his girl.

Tu me manques mon amour.


In French, you don’t really say “I miss you.” You say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb, or an organ, or blood. I cannot function without you.

Adorably guilty.


I can't get over how adorably guilty doggies can be when they know they did naughty. ♥ 
Who could ever get mad with something that cute!

Who needs them.

 

Beauty woman.


The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes
she wears, the figure that she carries, or the 
way she combs her hair. The beauty of a
woman must be seen from her eyes because
that is the doorway to her heart, the place
where love resides.
- Audrey Hepburn

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