I feel like I’m a mirror;when you’re happy, I’m happy and when you get sad, the same goes for me. And when times get a little blue, the mirror needs to be bit stronger,so everything will eventually turn out well.

Don’t be sad, my darling. It will be over soon. I’ll take good care of you.

Just wanna share how happy I am that I met you, that I never expect that feelings like this can possibly exist.

I’m moving on. No more waiting. No more hurt. If you wanted me you could’ve had me, but you didn’t. You blew you chances. Now, I hope you’re happy living your life wondering “What if you took your chances with me?” cause I’m no longer here. I’m no longer waiting.

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Someone found me already. Someone better.

Every time you hold my hand, I can’t help but remember the first time I let you held it. You kept asking me like a thousand times if you can hold it, and then I finally said yes. It was rough and warm, and it feels perfect around my fingers. To me it really felt awkward cause it was my first time to hold someone’s hand and feel really weird, nervous, and happy all at the same time.

 I’m not sure if it was the caffeine or what, but I couldn’t sleep that night. I kept thinking about it, and I smiled when the the hand you held smelled like cigarette, because it really reminded me of you.

I love kissing you. I’m addicted to your kisses. When I kiss you, all I could think of is you, and how happy I feel when I’m with you that I forget the world. 

Before when I was single, I thought that kissing would be awkward and nervous and embarrassing or stuff like that. But when I declared that I’m your’s, the first thing that you did was kiss me. Now that I have a boyfriend, I’ve found out that all my assumptions were wrong, cause I feel comfortable about it. Maybe it’s because it’s you. You make me feel so loved.

Date a girl who paints

Date a girl who paints. Date a girl with an assortment of acrylics and half covered canvases lying around instead of brand name purses and perfume. She may not look like a princess in her paint splattered jeans, but if you let her, she can show you the colours of the wind. Date a girl who imagines and gets lost in the splendour of the world around her. You’ll recognize her by the slow pace she strolls as she takes in her surrounding and runs her eyes over every dip and curve of the road. Take her to see a sunset, take her to the movies, the art gallery, or for coffee, and ask her lots of questions. She’ll be happy to discuss anything from Van Goh’s paintings to politics and social space. Let her ramble on about what she’s passionate about and she might just show you a new world of possibilities. 

Date a girl who paints. Let her daydream early in the morning or late at night. She may forget to call while getting lost in her thoughts and colours, but she’ll know your every arch and dimple by heart. You won’t have to do anything elaborate to impress her, just go to her with ready ears and an open mind. She wants to figure you out, hear your stories, let you show her the way you view the world.  

Date a girl who paints and you will never be short of adventure. She’s a passionate one and wears her heart on her sleeves, so be patient with her feelings and gentle with her heart. She’s not afraid of getting messy, all the while laughing carelessly at the mayhem. Be sweet and simple. Hold her hands and twirl with her. She has an appetite for seeing the world, so join her on spontaneous adventures to wherever. Find a girl who paints and sees beauty around her. Cherish her, indulge in her passions, and you will never see black and white the same way again.


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Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you’re yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing, love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens, and it is incredibly messy.


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You make me feel so much better.