To a special friend,
So... it's a special day
I just feel like telling you some things...
At times i wonder what makes you so SPECIAL...
The smile, the trust or the way you care
If i were asked to define you in a word...
I would say CARE...
The way you do justice with this word is hard to see...
I just wish that someday... someone... care for you the way you do for people.
When i first saw you... i didn't imagine that we could be friends and now it scares me to even imagine life without this friendship.
This surely sounds fancy!
But I mean it!
I thought i never expected you to treat me special....
But i did and i still do...
You've always helped me whenever i needed it.
अब अपने खुद के घर मे तीन छत है ।
चाहे जितने पतंग खरीदने जेब मे पैसा है ।जिंदगी मे अब कोई डांटने वाला नही है ।
पतंग लुटते फिरने की जरूरत नही है ।
इतना सब होते हुए भी पतंग उडाने का मन नही है ।
अब वो जमाने मे बरकत नही है ।
लोगों मे पहले जैसी मासूमियत नही है ।
खुलूस मोहब्बत सादगी नही है ।
रंग रंग के पतंग तो बहोत है ।
पर पतंग के रंगों मे वो पहले वाली रौनक नही है ।
अब सिर्फ छत, छत नही है ।
छतों की भी अब जात पात है ।
मांजे भी अब क़ौमी हो गये है ।
अब पतंग पिलाना आसान नही है ।
अब आसमान भी सब के लिए बराबर नही है ।
अब पतंग पिलाना खेल कंहा है ।
गरीबों के लिए अब पतंग मिलती कंहा है ।
पतंग की शान भी अब बढ गई है ।
पतंग पिलाते हुए देखने की चीज रह गई है ।
पतंग अब सिर्फ पतंग कंहा है ।
अब ये शान बान औ...
Your sins speak through your silhouettes
So you let down your silk-soft,
What shouldn't be said through words.
Hours and days have been spent in wait,
Daily eroded by these emotions that haunt,
The desires have started to stagnate,
Now my solitude itself taunts.
Fingers stretched desperately to reach,
Yet she never turned around,
Endearment mix with tears and beseech,
In a sea of despair, the soul drowns.
Broken glasses reflect the inner turmoil,
Empty shell of a carcass is all the remains,
Years now, yet still blaming the vain toil,
Old memories, Id still shackled in chains.
One day, you meet a girl,
just like you find a wonderful pearl.
In the beginning, it was all fun and games,
throwing at each other with paper planes.
Just getting to know each other,
playing around, though you wouldn't say much about it to your mother.
Everything seemed so perfect, nothing special about it.
Until you begin to feel something deep inside.
A feeling, it makes your day full of light.
As the time goes by,
that feeling grows and you begin to wonder, why?
What's that feeling that's causing all of this?
You only notice it when she doesn't talk to you for a day and you feel like you have something you miss.
From that moment on,
you don't want that feeling to be gone.
From now ...
"I can say I will never leave you, but one day my heart will stop beating and my lungs will no longer breathe, but you will know what love is until the end of time." - j. iron wood
I wish I could live forever, just to be with you
You've helped me find my soul, by finding you
I cherish you deeply, with all my life
My soulmate, it's always going to be you
What I'm trying to say
Is that, I will always, always love you
Even after I'm gone, forever
..! Attitude !..
Is it possible you to came across a street and i want to cross you without catching a single glimpse of you.
What You Like Vs What You Need
A man was shopping in the men's department at Bloomingdale's when he noticed an absolutely beautiful woman behind the sales counter.
He went up to her and said, "Good morning, madam."
She smiled pleasantly and asked, "And what would you like?"
The man said, "I'd like to wrap my arms around you and squeeze you tight. Then run my hand up and down your bottom and squeeze that. Then run my hands along your inner thighs, up underneath your dress. When I get to your sweet womanhood, I'd like to rub that while simultaneously unbuttoning your blouse with my teeth and then suck on your beautiful breasts and bite your nipples lightly...
But what I *need* is a new tie!...
A young innocent girl is about to go on her 1st date and is given some word of advice and warning by her mother, "Look darling, they all want the same, so do be very careful and don't you ever let him;
1. Kiss your lips. Your lips are as soft as rose petals and will shrivel,
2. Or touch your breast. They are like of thin crystal and can shatter, and
3. Never ever to touch your "private" part. That one is like a "GRILL" and will burn everything coming to touch it."
The girl is off full of excitement and anxiety, and Mom waits and waits until just after midnight when she's back.
"How was it?" asks mom.
"Oh mom, it was absolutely fantastic, and I think I'm in love!"
~Calling You Home~
I know you need your freedom
your innate need to roam
But I hope you understand
I miss you when you’re not at home.
I never thought you’d be the one
My shining star, my warm, bright sun
Yet here I am thinking of your touch
I just need and want you so much
You’re the guy I want
You’re the guy I need
Come home soon so we can smoke
and don’t forget the weed.
Let’s plant the seed of love
Have faith in the man above
We can overcome everything
And turn nothing into something
I miss you more than you’ll ever know
This longing for you
is really starting to blow
Time ticks by way to slow
I just really wanna get you to go
But most importantly
When the closest person stop being angry on you remember that you have lost him/her .. he is gone ...
You can’t keep me in a box
I fly when opportunity knocks
the mountains I hike
are notably dreamlike
the glacier that I walked on
to the ruins I climbed at dawn
abandoning all my insecurities
the ease of his hand in mine
our fingers casually intertwine
the serenity of independence
serves as infinite resplendence
to the highest degree
of what living should be.
I found some peace yesterday. After finally getting ahold of you to tell you about what’s been going on with our daughters school and discussing her midterm. I told you everything that I had to say and hung up. I wanted to call you back so badly and tell you about all of the fuck ups that you’ve made since you started cheating with her. I wanted to hear you say SORRY, why is that too much for.
I cried at my work desk and then finally stopped and realized that I have to let you go. Ignoring someone that’s at their lowest because you don’t want the drama (that YOU caused) is a coward thing to do. You don’t care about me. You have yet to call or text and see if I’m ok. If I call you...
So I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And may be we will never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose from where we come from, we can still choose where we go from here.
[The perks of being Wallflower]
#thought #movie #book
Nada más real que darte cuenta que las personas predecibles dejan de ser interesantes.
Espero que consigan a su persona
Que se amen
Que se alegren sus días
Que se entiendan
Que se rían
Que puedan ser quien en el realidad son
Que sea un amor bonito
Un amor maduro
Un amor sano
Un amor honesto
En el que los dos se hagan bien
Que los dos vean lo increíbles que son
Yo creo que lo encontré.
'Don't leave me, please.'
' I love spending time with you'
'The hues of your hair are beautiful'
'I'm here for you'
And yet, these words were nothing but a dazzling costume designed to conceal the nothingness he had carefully woven in his soul, perfectly crafted to catch an unsuspicious passer-by.
Hay momentos que te llenan de esperanza y solo por un instante vuelves a pensar en un qué pasaría sí...
Quizás todo debe pasar en el momento que deba pasar... O quizás simplemente debemos de continuar sin ver atrás.
Nothing is more valuable than your time.
Once you spend it,
It will never comeback.
Lost and gone forever.
She commented "Your boyfriend's nice" seeing this... I smiled, replying he's my brother.
Seventy six days had passed since I last sat here and wrote down all the things I know about you. This corner has been my sounding board to all the things I feel for you.
It’s been one thousand six hundred and forty days since you broke my heart and yet we kept going. On this day, the 15th of January marks another letter unread. And as always, I am looking forward to the setting of the sun. When for some, darkness is sorrow, for me, the darkness means you — a sense of fulfillment for me. Will you ever be the same? I always wonder whether absence makes the heart grow fonder or find another. I’m just hoping it will never be the latter. Friends, you say, is the relationship we should keep. Pe...
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,
And despite it all.. all the displaced anger, harbored resentments, daggers thrown, swords stabbed, dreams shattered, hearts broken I still miss you more than I can convey. I miss who I thought you were and would do anything to have access to that guy I imagined. I need him. I need his strength, his earthy roots that kept me grounded, the weight of the words he softly whispered when I felt unsure.. I miss the you I made up in my head and while I realize that guy must’ve never existed in reality he was real in my mind and he made me feel so fucking secure and absolutely ecstatic.
I realized after our last rendezvous about half way home I wasn’t wearing the...
We all have our standards and mine just don’t align in a way that’s consistent with you and while this is ok, I wish we somehow could’ve managed to be adults and either readjusted or mutually decided to release the Union in the correct way that caused both parties the least amount pain, anguish or suffering.
Honestly, I hope you come to senses and don’t continue to lash out and project your past relationship baggage of issues the next object of your affection. Learning from our past mistakes are the biggest building block and our stepping stones we can use when deciding to engage with another person.
I also know quite keenly that the last day of us being together you were still lying and ...
She commented "Your boyfriend's nice" seeing this... I smiled, replying he's my brother.
~To the Guy that Didn’t Stand By Me When I Needed Him Most~
Thank you for showing me who you really are.
Thank you for not being here to show me the love and give me the mental, physical and financial support when I really, really needed you most.
Your direct lack of any kind of action showed me your true colors. You showed me the truth of your character, the lies you spewed to me even when I had the proof you were lying that proved to me the type of moral uprightness you held was nothing more like a severe deficiency of integrity. The way you had no sympathy, offered no condolences of any kind or notion of my soul suffering and mental anguish showed me how you truly held no compassion f...
São dois anos. Dois anos de partilhas e de passos bem dados. Dois anos de um reencontro de infância. São dois anos em que nos temos um ao outro e o resto da vida pela frente. São dois anos de nós e mais hão-de vir com tanto de nós. Somos nós, uma vida inteira. E foram precisos segundos para nos sabermos nossos para uma vida inteira. E dois anos de nós para que a nossa vida virasse una. São dois anos e uma vida inteira, meu amor...
I just want thank Drew Bartkiewicz who Inspired me to be more than I can be
Gratitude for today:
I am grateful for the neighbor who told me about the yoga class she was going to.
I am grateful because it has helped me feel a lot better in so many ways, physically & mentally!
I am grateful that I feel like my life is finally on an upswing. I’m moving forward it feels good
I’m always grateful for the people who have been a part of my life. At some point you have taught me a lesson. I don’t see positives and negatives, I see life lessons, thank you.
If we can enjoy the little things then we don’t need as many big things.
And lettrs has become the biggest little thing I know, thanks to the PenPals who make it shine every day.
E sou. E sou abençoada. Obrigada pela vida em mim e dentro de mim. Grata pelos passos dados em falso que se não fossem esses os certos não seriam tão bem dados.
Grata por tudo, grata pela vida...
denk ich an dich, vermisse ich dich...
Dreams are much and time is little, more the same or perhaps passion dwindles. Check the pain at the door, it shall pass into nevermore.
Give peace of mind and heart a chance.
Let the anger languish in anguish's expanse.
Ray of lights as dreg release, tries to beg for shades of black to keep one back.
Live for love, inhabit the realm of possibility and nobility.
Kanha Shanthi Vanam, Hyderabad.
No matter how hard I tried,
I always ended up losing you..
I kept you so close to me;
But you still chose to leave.
I spent my savings on you;
But you never gave a heed.
I slept thinking about you last night;
Wanting to keep you safe,
because you were my only one,
But when I woke up , you were gone, Gone like the wind...
I let you keep my sight together, but you still wandered away everytime.
I never let anybody have you..
I treated you like my own baby;
But you were least bothered to hold on to me or my feelings!!
And there will come a day,
When tears have no place here.
And I fear its arrival, for the
Moment the rain clears and the
Clouds move on, is the second
The sun starts to shine, on a Time
When we are just you and I.
I have a couple poems that I wrote when I went into remission before and I was young and naive... The first poem I wrote 2 years ago when my boyfriend and I had been together for about 2 years at the time when the cancer came back...
like it happened yesterday
the anxiety never seems to go away
every cough ... every pain ...
the worries can drive you insane
but early on I seen our love
and strength came from God above
by each others side we'll stay
a commitment we make every day
cancer tried to destroy you and me
but it back fired...
instead it set us free
we became free to explore
and we were able to open
we looked fear in the eye
shedding tears we ...
I found this hidden gem when I was looking for a writing app or something or other (can't remember exactly) a few months ago then I got busy and stuck in the rat-races of life these days but isn't that the same with everyone. So it sat there on my phone in a folder that I access quite regularly just collecting dust (so to speak), so today I finally had some downtime so I finally decided to set up an account and give this app a try.
I am not sure how exactly this really works but the way that I think that it works is that its like talking to the moon and stars in the sky above me when I am missing someone I love who has passed away just hoping that I could hear their voice o...
Look around you. Observe the world that you are living in.
Can you feel the beating of a thousand desperate hearts?
Can you see the fear for tomorrow in the looks of people?
Can you hear the cries of a thousand mothers who are losing their children each day?
Now ask yourself, is this the place where you always want to live?
Is this the place where each child expects to grow up when they open their innocent eyes and see the world for the first time?
Are you able to look in the eyes of those children without the feeling of shame for this reality full of evil, which they have to face?
Is this what we have prepared for them throughout centuries and years?
We cannot deny ...
Ich habe eine Katze, deren Name Tiger ist. Sie hat Zwillingskätzchen, nämlich Tim und Zinn. Wegen Hundemissionen habe ich ihn in einem Park verlassen. Heute nach einer Woche ist er wieder zu Hause. Ich weiß jetzt, wie sehr ich die Zinn vermisst habe.
I’m looking at you in love and it appears to me I see my image in your soul but I know that beyond is a water unfathomable to ever grip and I will have to splurge my life crossing it.
I love you and I know it will last forever, I will always traverse with a senseless longing to get as fast as thinkable in your deep persona, I will always preserve my desire floats stressed to you so the storm will never give us away, to halt the whitecaps of your garments drapery over your body with my palms, to held them in your chest and gape at the possibility of your smiles with a plea of waywardness.
What a lovely world it would be, where you stride with kisses, where you breathe with love and ...
Ok.This is the first letter that I write in this APP.I am a little excited now.(^ω^)
I want to meet with yours,and be your friend.My name is Siriy.
Please don't grieve over the stars, they may shine bright, but by the time the sparkle, they're already gone.
It's unique, kind of weird, but seems like a lot of fun so even I'm writing to you, for the first time, not knowing who you are, or what I'm supposed to talk about.
I think my first letter should be about motivation, as it has been the sole reason of all that I've achieved till date.
I can safely say, every individual, on this earth can achieve more than what he has, do more than what he's doing and can go beyond his capabilities.. with a motivated mind.
Wish you the best.
I think that my first letter here should be written to you. I came to this website by chance while I was browsing for something else for my friend, but it kept me for quite some time before I've moved on.
Some of the letters here are very emotional and they reach out. Reading these, it reminded me of something my friend said (about diaries, but the meaning is the same): "Do you know why people open their hearts to a piece of paper? Because they cannot confide to other people." Here, after quite some time passed since I've first heard it, I think I finally understand what she meant.
It's too early to say whether I'll be writing here regularly or not, but I think that ther...
"God made universe is like automatic machine"
"God made universe is fully automatic ensuring all sort of provisions necessary for the continuous flow of life (life cycle) together with back up to repair damages as well as monitoring systems to monitor the universe and God appears only when life cycle disrupts worstly with options either to repair or dismantle if irrepairable."
Explanation- Modern day science makes automatic machine which can be operated, monitored, controlled, etc from a remote location by ensuring all post post operational services and every time maker of that machine not comes if it gets damage but in case of serious damage, maker either tries to repair it or dumps it if co...
Y nuevamente abro una carta para ti. Sin pensar las consecuencias, sigo pensando en ti.. a pesar de todo.
No reces por mí.
No me entierres, vida,
no llores mi muerte.
Que en las exequias
de mi ser mundano, tus
labios me besen.
Y arranquen de mí
El último soplo de
vida que tengo
No sé qué depare este
No sé qué aguarda en
la muerte, mas si es noble,
y un dios existe...
yo solo espero
volver a verte.
The world does not owe you happiness, compassion, love, respect or appreciation. The worlds owes you nothing. You are where you are because of your decisions, not your circumstances or fate. Stop feeling sorry for yourself and being bitter to others.
Take responsibility for your actions. Be big enough to accept responsibility for your happiness and tell yourself you'll make it work.
It’s quite funny really...
You make mistakes, learn from them and evolve. That’s the way life should really work, correct?!
Well, what about those special ones that you keep in your drawers? Those ones that you promise yourself never to look back at and yet, from time to time, for some seriously stupid reason your brain goes “Well... Maybe this time the result will be different”. Sorry, it’s the heart’s fault but the brain helped. You see, I’m sure that everyone has at least one of those mistakes.
I have came back to that mistake three times. I know that the outcome won’t change, but maybe, just maybe, the results will be different if I try a fourth time.
The past is a hard thing to let go...
Quisiera poderte ofrecer algo mejor, algo que me permitiera dejar de pensar tantas cosas, de tener tantas inseguridades, necesito creer más en esto quizás, me duele a veces ser tan fría, sin dejarme ir, siempre con algo que me frena, estoy desesperada, pero no sé qué hacer, quizás las cosas las pienso de algún modo en algo que tanto he tratado de evitar. Me he acostumbrado a vivir mi vida, tan a mi modo, sola, sin tener que preocuparme por otras cosas, pero que muy en el fondo quisiera que me ocurrieran, y ahora que he conjugado tantas cosas, simplemente me llega la sensación de querer dejar todo, de escapar y pensar que si, eso fue lo más correcto, que debo agradecerme por lograr hacerlo as...
Hace tiempo que no te miro, es una extraña sensación a la que aun no me acostumbro.
Vagar por el mundo separados es confuso.
Aunque sé que no hemos estado aquí en mucho tiempo, quiero pensar que esto puede llegar a aparecer frente a ti.
Te podría decir tantas cosas...
Una de ellas sería la que me ha traído hasta aquí:
La distancia que creí medicina parece no haber sanado heridas sino haber abierto otras.
Quizá estoy equivocada pero sino es así, en este espacio estoy para ti.
The world dipped.
Silently in my womb, you came to be no more.
I was so ready to hold you
I was so ready to risk it all
I was not ready to let you go
I know there is always a plan,
A reason for things
I love you, rest easy my