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In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Door.”

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He taught me to feel

Well-written and very inspiring 🙂

The Fickle Heartbeat

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I feel a lot. I never really understood until now, I feel EVERYTHING. I never really paid much attention to it until now, until him. You know him, the him that walks into your life like he owns the place and when your defensive, unemotional, I control everything self tries to puff up, his smile or touch breaks it completely down. I thought I was a steel shield, nothing could ever truly penetrate my heart, but he did, he came without warning and made me rethink everything I ever thought about friendship, connection, chemistry and love. Its safe to say he shook up my world in a way I can barely describe.

I should run away from this, its so unfamiliar, there are so many reasons I shouldn’t even entertain, but I do, I do because I’m learning here, I’m growing here, I’m truly loving without condition…

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Best advice ever

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Take It From Me.”

I’m just going with some quotes for this one.

“If there’s one thing I learned, it’s that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day . . . the here, the now.”
Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.”Mother Teresa

Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don’t rent them out to tomorrow. Do you know what you’re doing when you spend a moment wondering how things are going to turn out with Perry?

You’re cheating yourself out of today. Today is calling to you, trying to get your attention, but you’re stuck on tomorrow, and today trickles away like water down a drain. You wake up the next morning and that today you wasted is gone forever. It’s now yesterday. Some of those moments may have had wonderful things in store for you , but now you’ll never know.”
Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl

What do you want to be when you grow up?

Dear readers,

I believe that everybody has been asked at some point “What do you want to be when you grow up?” and felt anxious. Most times we don’t really know, especially if we are good at  many things. To be honest, deep down I’ve always felt like not answering because I don’t like to pick things… but I’ve been taught that I have to. So, I kept swallowing up my pride and said something as an answer even though I knew that it wasn’t quite right for me. I don’t want to go into details…I just thought that it would be a great topic to talk about.

To sum up, I’ve just seen a video that really made me feel good about myself and I thought that sharing it with you would be amazing. It’s about this whole idea regarding loving fields that seem to be so different and choosing a career. I hope you enjoy it. 🙂

We changed because of them.

Emotional and full of beauty 🙂

Under The Words

“She looked at him, her eyes swollen, some red veins slowly making their ways up to her kaleidoscopic iris. A tear rolled down her white porcelain face and he was too scared to touch her. Her cheek rose and she sighed: ‘Why?’ “

Once there was an old rusty playground.

A young girl with long honey hair and a young boy with short chocolate hair met there.

The playground rose with children, but they were pushed aside.

They quickly became good friends.

It was funny how they were so little, so innocent, they didn’t know how the world worked.

Her green kaleidoscopic eyes carried a never seen before kindness.

His dark, black eyes carried a magical sense of humor.

She showed him drawings and he made her laugh.

Everyone envied their friendship, that one, you come across once in a life-time.

Through games, sweets and laughs they grew up together.

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