martes, 30 de agosto de 2011
domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011
martes, 23 de agosto de 2011
“Be proud of your mistakes. Well, proud may not be exactly the right word, but respect them, treasure them, be kind to them, learn from them. And, more than that, and more important than that, make them. Make mistakes. Make great mistakes, make wonderful mistakes, make glorious mistakes. Better to make a hundred mistakes than to stare at a blank piece of paper too scared to do anything wrong."
It’s amazing how at the point in our lives we will be extremely close with someone and then later they will become a complete stranger. You will pass by them without a word. This person, who once knew you so well, who once knew your fears, your desires, your dreams, your past, is now walking right past you, seeing right through you.
lunes, 22 de agosto de 2011
sábado, 20 de agosto de 2011
viernes, 19 de agosto de 2011
jueves, 18 de agosto de 2011
miércoles, 17 de agosto de 2011
martes, 16 de agosto de 2011
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love., but I love the love, is complicated"
domingo, 14 de agosto de 2011
sábado, 13 de agosto de 2011
How did we have it all? How did we have everything we wanted and then even more? We had each other. But no, that didn't satisfy us. We're now strangers . No, not strangers. We have a past. We'll never be strangers.
Stories never really end, even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
Stories never really end, even if the books like to pretend they do. Stories always go on. They don't end on the last page, any more than they begin on the first page.
Missing someone is normal. missing someone is like, the emotional way of saying how much you care about that person. but.. you wanna know what’s wrong with missing someone? it’s when you both miss each other, bot you are both waiting for each other to speak. And now one could find the courage to go to that person and say ‘i miss you…’ So, it ends up that no one would have the ‘guts’ to say how much they miss you, And sometimes, it might lead to miss understanding, which just makes things worst.
miércoles, 10 de agosto de 2011
lunes, 8 de agosto de 2011
domingo, 7 de agosto de 2011
viernes, 5 de agosto de 2011
jueves, 4 de agosto de 2011
miércoles, 3 de agosto de 2011
A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.
She: I just remember how it was back then
He: What do you mean?
She: I mean things change. People change, you changed. We used to talk for hours and now I’m lucky to talk to you for a few minutes a day. You used to want to be with me and now you make it seem like you’re always too busy. I remember the jokes, laughs, smiles we shared. And I doubt you remember any of that.
martes, 2 de agosto de 2011
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