I’m gonna tell you a little bit about the boy I love.
He’s the most stubborn guy on earth, he’s so stubborn he always asks me at least ten times what’s really wrong after I replied “nothing, I’m fine”.
He’s the clingiest guy in town, he’s so clingy he always texts me “I love you” every hour or so.
He’s the most possessive boy I know, he’s so possessive he won’t let anyone open up the door for me but himself.
He’s the cheapest man ever, he’s so cheap he won’t spend a cent on himself without spending two on me.
He’s the laziest guy ever, he’s so lazy he wakes up at noon every day after sleeping at 4am the last night talking to me.
He’s such as smug, he’s always saying how lucky he is to have me.
He’s the craziest human being on this planet, he’s so crazy he asked me to be his girl.
Whether you’re a Liverpool supporter like me
or you support Real Madrid, Bayern munich or Barcelona
I’m so sorry. We all lost someone who we thought would never ever leave and it hurts.
I honestly would just love to put on my pajamas, wear my slippers, make myself a cup of tea and relax in the comfort of my couch. That's my ideal Friday night. But I have this thing called -16 years of age- and I'm supposed to want to go out with friends (to which I'd speak to if I could just get my way) and get home late. And actually I wouldn't have such a terrible time. I'd laugh, take pictures, engage conversations and have a blast. I'd just feel tired at morning and end up dining alone at night or not dining at all. Perhaps in my 30 I'll regret missing parties or nights out but right now, tonight I'd like to just stay home.
Hearing the ocean’s riptide has to be the most calming thing there is. Each wave produces a completely different sound but somehow it has the same soothing rhythm.
Sometimes I wish my life was a bit more like the ocean’s riptide.
I wish there was more consistency in it, I wish it was had a predicable sound, I wish listening to it was relaxing.
But then it wouldn’t be life, now would it?
No, because life’s not about predictability or consistency. No, life’s about moving and adapting. But oh, God, how bad do I suck at moving and adapting. But if there’s non of it, then life’s boring and I suck at being bored more than I suck at moving and adapting. So, I must choose, I must settle for life. As weird as it may sound.
Because life is more like a riptide than I can imagine.
When you’re stroke by a wave and you get caught up inside the riptide there’s a moment when you don’t know which way is up and which way is down and what you must do is let yourself go and hope to be heading up.
That’s life.
It may not be soothing —because being inside the riptide is not what’s soothing, hearing the riptide is— but it sure as hell is entertaining.
Hahahaha
"It is possible, you know, to drift off to an unknown world and find happiness there. Maybe even more happiness than you've ever known before" — John Boyne #HappyBookDay
Hay veces que las personas llegan a tu vida cuando menos te lo esperas, personas que sabes que van a estar contigo siempre.. en las que puedes confiar en las buenas y en las malas.
Hay personas que se van y otras que se quedan pero en los momentos mas dificiles es cuando te das cuenta quien esta de tu lado y quien no.
te amo ines gracias por ser la gran persona que eres y entenderme en la manera que lo haces.
foto by Dulce Cadaver
FC Bayern München & Germany NT Fan. Favorite players: Bastian Schweinsteiger, Mario Gomez and Manuel Neuer.
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