My little Butterflies.

Sunday, October 7, 2012

A little piece of art.



When an artist wants to show you their art
or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written,
it’s quite often an expression of trust.
Because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart;
little pieces of the artists themselves,
and if they’re willing to share it with you,
you should appreciate it. :) 

May I take your hand?


 
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with anothers, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, etc., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Come with me.

Fragments of what's real.


Lips so soft,
Eyes so deep,
Both telling me stories, of
Emotions I want to keep.


Hands so gentle,
Arms, I fond.
Fingers on mine, 
Love how they are untorn.


Shoulders so wide
Chest so warm
Your heart racing fast
On this face of mine


Everything's perfect
Oh what a delight!
Constantly I wish,
They weren't all just in my mind.


These eyes they shed
Haunting cold tears
Reminding me of us, perfectly
And everything else unreal.


Call me crazy
Or perhaps its true
But let me be baby
For all I want, is you.


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Other half.




According to greek mythology, humans were originally created with 4 arms, 4 legs and a head with two faces. Fearing their power, zeus split them into two separate parts, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves. 

一Plato

Pray tell.


Sometimes, that's what everyone want to hear. 

Sunday, August 26, 2012

Ripped.

You know that feeling when you're emotionally attached to certain people & once they leave, it feels like they're taking away a part of you with them as well? That.
一Alexander L.S.H.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Gazing from here.


I could just stare at you like this forever . 
You make my heart flutter. 
The seriousness in your eyes, how they draw me to them, 
Yet the playfulness in your smile makes my heart skips beats. 
You know who you are; Amor.
So I'll just sit here quietly, 
staring beyond this window I'm caged in.
Hoping for dreams to come true.
Yearning for that day. Going all the way.
For you; Mas valioso.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Unscripted friendship.

“Friends can be incredible sometimes, but have you ever had a friend that can be really annoying or really mean to you? Friends shouldn’t stab you in the back. Have you ever wondered if your friend has ever said stuff about you to their other friends? It gets pretty intimidating sometimes to think about that. What I’m saying is to find your friends that are real. Don’t keep the ones that are fake and are just friends with you for what you have. Be strong. Don’t take no for an answer. Never back down. Stand up for what you believe in. Friends are great to have, but just be cautious. 一Austin Mahone.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

You're it.

“But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?”
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

Monday, August 6, 2012

Shirts.

   
   
   
Doubts are like stains on a shirt. I like shirts with stains, because when I'm given a shirt that's too clean, one that's completely white, I immediately start having doubts. -Antonio Tabucchi

Pug Love.

 
 

More than Heart.


How foolish it is to think that we love only with our hearts. The heart is just an organ with a job to do, a quota to fill. When I love, I don't want to love with a blood-pumping machine. I want to love with every inch of my body. 

I will love you with my knees and my fingertips, with my elbows and my collarbones. With my freckles and my knuckles, my wrinkles and my scars. 

And I will love you with all the spaces in between.

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