See what’s real and enjoy it(Love).

     Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

Another Piece About You 

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She is meant to be loved.

If you find a woman
with a wild heart
do not try to tame her.
You must adore her
recklessly, the way
she is meant to be loved.

Do not try to quiet her,
for her roars will reach
far and wide.
She has something
important to say.
Help her say it.

Do not get in her way.
She stops for no one.
Do not try to change
the path she has chosen.
Learn also to love the wind
and let it change you.

C.B. Wild-Hearted Woman

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I am a woman, hear me roar.

I once dated a boy who told me that I could never be dainty, (as if that were something I was striving for) he said that I was too edgy for that (as if this were a bad thing.) I wonder if he knows that boys like him are the reason my mom bought me pepper-spray for graduation instead of the cute mini skirt I wanted. Boys like him are the reason my throat is coated with razor blades instead of honey. Boys like him are the reason my gender is the most insulting term in society today and also the reason I have to run the dark spaces between street lamps like young boys used to run across no mans land in WW1. Boys like that are the reason that there is always a scream building up in the back of my throat, the reason that I took self defense classes in the 7th grade instead of going to cotillion. Those boys think of bitch as the most derogatory term in their arsenal because apparently it is better to spread your legs than to spread your opinion – boys like that are the reason that being a bitch is worse than being a whore. When that boy told me I could never be dainty I let my sharp edges cut his supposed „insult” in half. Boys like him do not deserve girls like me. My lips have turned into razor blades and my tongue into a knife, my bite is much worse than my bark. I am not the weaker sex by any means: my body has the power to make boys like him lose their inhibitions entirely. I refuse to be dainty just because it is what boys expect of me. I have spent years sharpening my edges, preparing for battle. I am woman, hear me roar.
― the midnight writings of my best friend Carly Ebinger
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We should fall in love with a beautiful mind.

When they ask me about my future wife, I always tell them that her eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. I tell them that she has a walk that can make an atheist believe in God just long enough to say, ‘God damn’. I tell them that if my alarm clock sounded like her voice, my snooze button would collect dust. I tell them that if she came in a bottle, I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. I tell them that if she was a book, I would memorize her table of contents. I would read her, cover to cover, hoping to find typos, just so we could both have something to work on, because aren’t we all unfinished?
― Rudy Francisco, A Lot Like You
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Ştiaţi că…

Ştiaţi că…

marilyn monroe…Marilyn Monroe a avut 11 degete la picioare?

…Hitler şi Napoleon aveau fiecare numai câte un testicul?

…persoanele dreptace trăiesc în general cu şapte ani mai mult decât persoanele stângace?

…când strănuţi, toate funcţiile corpului se opresc, chiar şi inima?

…Brazilia este singura ţară care a jucat în fiecare Cupă Mondială?

…dacă iei orice număr, îl dublezi, aduni 10, împărţi prin 2 şi apoi scazi numărul iniţial, răspunsul va fi 5?

…Winston Churchill a fost născut într-o toaletă a femeilor în timpul unui dans?

 …inima unei femei bate mai repede decât cea a unui bărbat?

…în America de Nord creşte un copac (pe care băştinaşii îl numesc „pomul dracului”), a cărui coajă conţine foarte mult fosfor, încât noaptea, lângă tulpina lui, se poate citi ca în orice sală de lectură?

…jocul de cărţi a fost inventat de chinezi în 1120?

…fructele culese în orele de dimineaţă sau de seară sunt mult mai gustoase decât cele culese la amiază?

…în pădurile tropicale, unde nu se schimbă anotimpurile, copacii nu au inele anuale?

…pensatul sprâncenelor devine nedureros dacă în prealabil se anesteziază arcada cu un cub de gheaţă?

…câteva picături de zeamă de lămâie puse în nări desfundă nasul fără să dea dependenţă. Tratamentul e cam neplăcut, dar sigur?

…China reprezintă consumatorul de carne de porc numărul unu pe plan mondial?

…vacile nu au dinţi superiori?

…la naştere, crevetele este mascul, apoi, pe măsură ce creşte, devine femelă?

…peştii de apă sărată beau apă, iar cei de apă dulce nu?

…podul Universităţii din Boston (pe Commonwealth Avenue, Boston, Massachusetts) este singurul loc din lume unde un vapor trece pe sub un tren, care trece pe sub o maşină, care trece pe sub un avion?

…o singură persoană din două miliarde trăieşte 116 ani sau mai mult?

Sursa: http://jurnalspiritual.eu/

revista “Lumea”, Nr. 7/2014

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This song is touching my heart! Hope that you’ll enjoy it too.

P.S: Hello, you ,gorgeous people! Please have an amazing day and remember :when you’re already down, the only way to go is up.