Something about nothing
Sometimes , we want to say this to someone :
"- You suck.You're an insensitive, inconsiderate, selfish, cruel, thoughtless mean person who doesn't deserve to be cared for, by a person like ME. I wish you could just disapoear, so you couldn't hurt me anymore ! "
BUT when we open our mouth to say it, it comes out little softer like :
"-It's ok.I still love you :)."
Love is how when he touches me I become weak.
Love is when he stops what he's doing so he can look over at me and smile.
Love is when he knocks into me just to see me smile back at him.
It's when I can't be angry with him longer than 10 seconds.
It's the feeling I get whenever I think about him.And knows that he gets that feeling too.
It's when I can feel him stare at me from across the room.
It's when he listens to everything I have to say even if he doesn't care.
It's when he jokingly tells me he loves me but really does mean it.
Love is when he sits beside me when there are 10 other available seats.
Love is when he sits beside me when there are 10 other available girls.
Love is when I prefer blue eyes but could settle with brown.
Love is how nobody ever makes me the feel the way he does.
When he offers me his coat even if it means he would freeze.
When he says he'll never leave me. When he sticks up for me.
Love is when I can remember everything he has ever said or did.
Love is when I couldn't possibly stop the feelings I have for him even though I have tried so hard.
Love is when he keeps coming back because neither of us can get enough.
It's when he would never be out of line with me or hurt my feelings intentionally.
Love is him and me... just him and me!
Mi-ai aparut in cale, intr-o zi, frumoasa de vara...Si-am stiut din prima, ca tu esti cel care trebuia s-apara.Zambetul tau m-a dat peste cap...n-as putea.Chiar n-as putea, sa accept sa ii zambesti si alteia...Aminteste-ti clipele frumoase impreuna.Aminteste-ti noptile in care ne uitam la luna.Iar toate stelele,toate ne zambeau.Ma omoara gandul ca vreau sa te vad si nu pot.Am privit in urma des cu ochii goi..si tot incerc sa uit de noi.
It's nice to know that you were there, thanks for acting like you cared and making me feel like I was the only one...
voi fi mereu cu zece minute în urmă, cu două octave mai jos decât satisfăcător, incoerentă, irecuperabilă, nerealistă şi nesăbuită. îţi voi irosi mereu timpul, îmi voi irosi mereu respiraţia, voi irosi mereu totul.
doar ţine-mă de mâini, priveşte-mă în ochi şi şopteşte: mi-a păsat. şi, îţi promit, voi fi plecată înainte să auzi ecoul.
pentru totdeauna a expirat înaintea laptelui.
cred în inspirat, nu în expirat. în vise, nu în somn. în trăit, nu în existat. cred în oase rupte de efort, amintiri, inimi şi orgoliu, până în clipa în care pleoapele mi se vor uni definitiv.
când nimic altceva nu funcţionează, dă foc amintirilor.
începând de mâine, în loc să mă întâlnesc cu tine, îmi voi coafa părul în valuri perfecte, astfel încât să port oceanul şi să mă înec înainte să te întâlnesc.
cred că ceea ce vreau să spun e că am nevoie de tine. cred că ceea ce ar trebui să ştii e că asta îmi dă fiori.
dar nu vezi? sunt orice altceva, dar nu răbdătoare. mă plictisesc aşteptându-te.
miroşi a praf de puşcă atunci când dormi, ca şi cum frumuseţea ta aparent inocentă mi-ar umple inima de gloanţe. am încercat mereu să mă feresc, dar corpul meu refuză să înţeleagă noţiunea de anti-glonţ.
I would cry million tears & walk a million miles just to be with you.
The worst feeling is not being lonely . it's being forgotten by someone you could not forget.
Im a lover not a fighter but ill fight for what i love.
I'm going to smile and make you think I'm happy, I'm going to laugh, so you don't see me cry, I'm going to let you go in style, and even if it kills me - I'm going to smile.
You don't die from a broken heart. You only wish you did.
Love: The irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
