Il y a eu le sublime amour d'une jolie fille...
Et l'amour d'un homme mur et juste...
Puis l'amour d'un enfant sans craints...
Mais le plus merveilleux des amours
C'est l'amour infinis.
l'amitieCelui qui perd de l'argent perd beaucoup
Celui qui perd un ami perd beaucoup plus
Celui qui perd la vie perd tout
Hier c'est une histoire
Aujourd'hui un cadeau
Demain un mystere
NEVER SAY NEVERNever try to understand everything
Somethings will never make sense.
Never try to be reluctant,
to show your feelings
When you are happy, give to it!!!
When you are sad, live with it.
Never be afraid to try to make things better,
You might be surprised of the results.
Never take the weight of the world on your shoulders
Cause it hurts a lot,
It really hurts a lot.
Never be guilty about the past
cause what is done is done
Learn from any mistakes you might have made.
Never feel that you are alone,
there is always sombody there for you
Never forget that you can achieve
so many things that you cna't imagine
UNTITLED Prussia X dying!blind!Reader
It was about 1:30 when he got the call no hello no goodbye just your friend is _____ dying. Gilbert’s phone fell from his pale hands.
“____...” he whispered to himself angry that he wasn’t there to protect her. ____ was blind, she counted on him! The one time he doesn’t come with her w=she was hit by a car?!
He looked at her laying there in that bed slowly dying.
“G-G-Gilbert?” she asked weakly.
“How did you know?” he asked sitting on the chair by her bedside.
She smiled “You’re the only person I’ve wanted to see…well hear…”
“Hey Gilbert?” she asked sleepily.
He tried to smile “Yes frau?”
“Come closer…” he did as he was told as her soft fingertips traced his face. “ You always had the softest skin!”
“Thanks frau.” He smiled as she pinched his cheek playfully.
“Hey Gilbert?” she asked curling some (h/
Count the WaysI wrote your name 1,003 times on multiple pieces of paper,
In books, on my desk, with broken hearts,
In print. In cursive. Smeared by tears,
On chalkboards, On posters,
Things I could burn, Things I could break,
Anything that said you existed but no more--
In hopes my hands would be utterly exhausted,
Would loathe the very thought of your name,
And I would no longer find it slipping into my poetry,
My stories, my dreams, my thoughtsMY HEAD.
I wrote my name by itself without yours 2,056 times
todo por un beso... 9 finalmarie: que- que haces aquí?
thomas: aun sigues asiendo esas preguntas?...... olvidas que tengo llave
marie:... lo olvide
thomas: que te sorprende mas .... que aya escuchado toda la conversación... o que te sugiera que le contemos todo al tío phineas?
marie: mmm creo que ambas...
thomas: marie tarde o temprano se enterara.... y es mejor que lo sepa por nosotros
marie: pero exactamente que es lo que debemos decir .... si nosotros no tenemos nada
thomas: eso es verdad pero, podría pedirle permiso para poder estar con tigo
marie: tommy eso es una mala idea.... no croe que debamos contárselo a mi padre
phineaz: y por que no ?
en ese momento mi corazón se acelero mil por hora, pensé miles de escusas para el tio phineaz pero nada era creíble... aun que el phineaz era bastante crédulo.
este era mi fin .... de seguro no me dejara ver a marie jamas .
Clichedoes your poetry consist of
feelings nestled in ribcages
silent cries inside of a marrow
and the dull thunk of your heart
against my barely beating bones?
or is your poetry nestled in galaxies
shooting across well-kept fingertips
like comets lighting a dull sky
stardust of my hip bone wishes
literature universe coming to an end?
can your poetry play imagination
like a clever twist in a dream
where you kiss my shadows away
and teach me how to caress you
with love that burns passion away?
are you smitten enough to
run away with me
or are you yet to be blanketed
by these heavy arms of mine?
do my words weigh you down?
i havent met one so easily drowned
by the vast sea of my sunkissed letters
but as your velvet lips whispered,
always is there a first.
todo por un beso... 3thomas-pov
creo que tarde o temprano debía pasar, pero me hubiese gustado que la iniciativa naciera de mi y de ella.... no digo que la ayuda de amigos es mala, pero no me gusta forzar las cosas, me tomo mi tiempo.... en cambio jazz y fred... pues, cuando una idea se les mete en la cabeza es difícil ir contra la corriente.
fred me arrastro hasta aquella bodega, con la escusa de prepararle un sorpresa a jazz, no me opuse a esa petición, es mi amigo debía ayudarle, pero cuando vi que jazz estaba fuera de la bodega esperándonos supe que era una trampa...y nada podría salir bien de esto....
trate de escapar pero entre ambos me sujetaron y me empujaron dentro de aquel cuarto, no tuve tiempo de reclamar, ya que su vos me dejo paralizado
marie: tu! que haces a aquí?
thomas: lo mismo digo!!
marie: pues pregunte primero.....
thomas: sabes mi respuesta, ya que es la misma por la tu estas aquí...
marie: jazz ¬¬
thomas: y....como has es
I Love YouWhen Im not talking to you, Im thinking of you.
When youre away, Im hurting inside for you.
Hurt for you.
I miss you.
When Im talking to you, Im thinking of us.
When youre with me I come alive.
Alive for you.
I love you.
Someone like you Austria x Reader x Prussia
I heard that you're settled down
That you found a boy and you're married now
I heard that your dreams came true
Guess he gave you things I didn't give to you…
Roderich stared at ____ and Gilbert on the dance floor of their wedding. Tears fogging up his glasses as he walked out of the chapel and into his car, he’d never cried this hard in his 1000 years of existence. He sat in his front seat, hiccupping as he tried to erase the memory of losing ____ to Gilbert. He drove home, made tea, cried more and sighed to himself.
He sat at his piano…he was simply too sad to play. He thought of something writing ____ a letter. He got a pen, paper and sat at his desk and wrote.
I love you. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it; I can’t believe I spent so long with Elizabeta, when it was you…you’re the one! This is going to sound really cheesy but I lived for 986 years before I met you but I never felt alive. I remember when we first
SasusakuSakura: Do i ever cross your mind?
Sakura: Do you like me?
Sasuke: Not really
Sakura: Do you want me?
Sakura: Would you cry if i left?
Sakura: Would you live for me?
Sakura: Would you do anything for me?
Sakura: Choose --Me or your life
Sasuke: My life
Sakura runs away in shock and pain and Sasuke runs after her and says....
The reason you never cross my mind is because you're always on my mind. The reason why i don't like you is because i love you. The reason i don't want you is because i need you. The reason i wouldn't cry if you left is because i would die if you left. The reason i wouldn't live for you is because i would die for you. The reason why im not willing to do anything for you is becasuse i would do everything for you. The reason i chose my life is because you ARE my life!!
Poetry...Fading to Black
There used to be brighter days.
There were so many things to be glad for.
Everything, because of her.
But this reality turned into a nightmare,
and then, her name started to mean:
A sweet but painful memory.
And I don't know what to do,
cause I'll never be with her.