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- ¿Contando el mes de pausa cuando terminó el verano?- pregunto. -Pretendamos que eso no pasó. -Entonces ocho meses. -Ocho meses- murmura, asintiendo con la cabeza- He tenido una relación más duradera contigo que con mi psicólogo. -Qué romántico eres siempre. Me dejas completamente desarmada.

cos' your hands were exploring more than Dora. I wouldn't have minded but Dora had a map and a compass so she knows where she was going. You on the other hand were like a tourist in the center of London. Lost as a fucking fiddle. -Mia Hastings

Rompe mi corazón si quieres, pero no te vayas. Nunca lo hagas.

Love is not about being with the person you love. It's about giving them the freedom to choose.

Maya was sitting at the counter, frowning into her tablet at something that could have been a physics article or Wattpad fan fiction. She was that eclectic.

- Sólo se tú misma. - Pero cuando soy yo misma no le caigo bien a nadie. - Pues yo me enamoré de ti.

You and I," I intertwined my fingers with his, "are one." "Until the day I die," he promised, "And even after that." "For the eternity?" I whispered on his lips. "Evermore.

He's not safe. He's the shark-infested deep end of the sea and if I agree to go out with him, I'd be walking the plank, right off the boat and into his dark depth. How am I supposed to do that when I don't even know if I can swim?

He will never let her go. Never. she belongs to him..Forever.

Love is beyond space and time. It reaches out to the heart of the person that you are missing. Love binds two souls and not two bodies.

Feelings are not controllable," I retorted, "They are not thoughts or words. They are invisible emotions you cannot control no matter how bad you try.

Opinions are like assholes, everybody has their own. I don't mess with yours and you don't mess with mine.

She is not an ordinary girl. She is my fairy who will change my life and make it beautiful with her smiles.

Don't hate me cause i'm beautiful," He snapped at me. I looked at him wide eyed. It was official, we lost him.

We all make mistakes. It is in our human nature. It just happens, it's nature's way to keep life interesting.

She believes in love, in destiny and she knows ...she feels her prince in her destiny. She just has to wait for the right time.....

Your happiness cannot depend on anyone. Your happiness is yours to build and enjoy. No one, absolutely no one, is indispensable in this life. Do not base your happiness on someone, base it on yourself and it will last much longer

When he stepped into his kitchen, Maya was sitting at the counter, frowning into her tablet at something that could have been a physics article or Wattpad fan fiction. She was that eclectic.

-It isn't right. You treat others the way you want to be treated. -I am they treat you like shit so I treat them like shit. That's how they treat others, so I'm assuming that's how they want to be treated.

♔ Writing is my passion. I never want to let it go. It may be short, Fan-Fiction or purely my own work. But it is my kingdom, I am the princess. For all the noble readers in the kingdom, I bring them joy with tales. My knights that protect me, are my fellow writers. The dragon would be the inspiration for my writing. The fortune teller would be my best friend, giving me hope. The castle would be Wattpad, it keeps everything protected. ♔

Details are for losers. - Jesse

You're a monster. You'll go to hell." "Of course I will. Someone needs to take the throne.

Why bring him in my life at all when he never was meant to stay?

Yes, i will find you too, my fairy. i will find you

You're his beacon of light. You give him a sense of direction in his life. A purpose. But is it worth it? Just being his friend? Not being able to love him the way you want to?

I was born to be a fighter. But being a fighter does not mean that I have to live in rage. When I fight, I live in my emotions. But maybe... my emotions don't have to trap me anymore.

They say that to escape reality is when you sleep, but when you sleep your sub conscious is in control of your dreams. For me to escape reality is when I read and write. When I read the world around me doesn't exist. The world in the story does and when I write I'm in control. Think of it as the author is the god of the world that they created. They set the characters fate.

It takes a lot of willpower to forgive someone. It takes a lot of strength to let the anger go and live without it. Forgiveness is not for the weak. It's for the strong. And I'm strong. I didn't used to be, but now I think I am.

Deberían decirte que cuando deseas que se cumplan tus deseos mas profundos puede que debas sacrificar algo, pero cuando yo pedía todos esos deseos no podía ni siquiera llegar a imaginarme cual seria el precio a pagar. Ahora lose, tiene nombre y apellido.

So what if he is not part of my present but he is in my future, I know. And everyday I'm going a step closer to my future, to him.

Yes, Rose. Love is a wonderful feeling!

Si algo falla, es que algo está fallando

Yeah, I make up words, sue me. I'm original.

Los sinsabores del pasado están doblados y empolvados, con puntas filosas que a veces molestaban dentro de su corazón.

Danke. [...] Dafür, dass es dich kümmert, wie es mir gerade geht, obwohl es dir nicht gut geht.

It's true. The best things in life are unexpected.

Her Prince! He might not be the handsomest man on earth. Not even the richest one too but he would have the purest of the heart and soul and he will love her with the same purity throughout eternity. He would be her Prince.

I always felt I wouldn't be around long. I mean, we live, we die. circle of life. But I feel life now is wasted in front of the Television and computer that we all miss the view of it. I know I was put her for a purpose and I just need to find out what it is.

Tú puedes respirar con o sin la aprobación de la gente, así que no dejes que te hagan creer lo contrario.

Es muy difícil cuando dos personas pelean dentro de ti. No sabes que voz escuchar, te guías por la que te parezca correcta.

I'm not defensive," I defend myself.

Rose, we are here today. Tomorrow we don’t know where life will take us to. So, as long as we have today in our hands, let’s not slip it from our hands. Let’s live it!

You are far to precious to lower yourself to the label of unworthy.

Who was it that taught you to speak bullets without considering the exit wound?

Ich hatte nicht gewusst, dass das Gefühl, ihn seinen eigenen König umstoßen zu lassen, so viel schlimmer war, als im Patt zu stehen.

Mein Herz hämmerte so laut, dass ich versucht war, eine Hand auf meine Brust zu drücken, um es zu beruhigen.

Sein Anblick war ein einziges Spiel von Licht und Schatten, hell und ebenmäßig, dunkel und wild.

Aber meine Worte würden so was wie ein Roundhouse-Kick sein, der das Fass ins nächste Fettnäpfchen beförderte.

In seinen Augen tobte ein Sturm, als würde ein Gewitter aufziehen, von dessen Ausmaß ich nicht die geringste Ahnung hatte.

Ich riss mich zusammen und sagte: »Ruh dich aus, Lukas.« Sein Mundwinkel zuckte.

Was war so falsch daran, einfach nur ein Teenager zu sein, der zur Schule ging und sich einigermaßen anstrengte?

Es fühlte sich seltsam an, seinen Namen auszusprechen. [...] Als würde ich meine dreckige Wäsche in der Öffentlichkeit waschen.

Tú misma dijiste que eras fuego. Pero contigo vale la pena quemarse.

It didn’t sit well with me that the women who’d sent the pictures were demonized while those who requested them, and later shared them, were not.

Someone asked me if I suffered from Insanity. I replied, no, I enjoy it.

She might not be cinderella to lose her shoe to find her prince or Rapunzel for that matter who will lift him up to set her free only to be lost in him, or Snow-white to be kissed and awakened by a Prince or any other princesses but yet she knows, she believes her destiny has a Prince in store for her - Her man. She would be his Princess and he would be her prince.

Als hätte ich eine Information erhalten, die sich mit einer anderen Erfahrung verkeilte. Wie zwei Puzzlestücke, die nicht ineinanderpassen, obwohl sie die letzten sind, die noch übrig waren.

Some students at school labeled me as a Momma's Boy. If loving your mother who has clothed and fed you your whole life and you showing her how grateful you are for that makes you a Momma's Boy, then I am exultant.

Aber ich fühlte auch eine Traurigkeit in mir, wie ich sie noch nie erlebt hatte. Es war die Art von Kummer, die man verspürt, wenn jemand leidet, der einem nahesteht, und man weiß, dass man nichts dagegen tun kann.

Die Wucht seines Blicks traf mich härter als erwartet. Etwas in meinem Magen zog sich augenblicklich zusammen. [...] Der Moment zog sich in die Länge und wurde nur durch das laute Klopfen meines Herzens unterbrochen.

[...] aber alles trat in den Hintergrund vor diesem rauen, zögerlichen »Danke…«, das sich immer wieder in meinem Kopf abspielte. So leise, dass man es kaum gehört hatte. Und daneben mein hämmerndes Herz. Laut und deutlich.

I love you Henry" whispered Queen Susan She turned to the awed and frozen battle field. "I love this man! I've always loved him! Help me before it's too late!" "I'm sorry my pride got in the way of us. I should have told you the moment I saw you that I loved you" he said quietly. "Henry? Do you remember who I am?" His face grew silent and after the longest moment, he nodded and Queen Susan leaned in and gave him a kiss. She started to cry and then everything went black.

[...] und in diesem Moment verpürte ich nichts als Dankbarkeit dafür, dass die Schatten mich nervös machten. Sie boten mir eine Ausrede für mein klopfendes Herz, das beinahe zersprang, wenn ich daran dachte, dass Lukas etwas zustoßen könnte.

Ich ließ meinen Blick über jeden Zentimeter seines Gesichts wandern, halb ängstlich, halb aufmerksam lauschend, auf ein Gefühl in meinem Inneren, doch zu meiner Erleichterung blieb es still. Kein Herzklopfen, kein Magengrummeln. Ich hatte es gewusst. Alles nur Einbildung.

Look at me" he said. He thrusted inside of her. "Look at me like you still love me." Tears spilled from her eyes. "But I do love you." He rested his head inside her shoulder as they remade a promise to each other, a promise they made when they first met long ago.

Ich legte meine Hand auf die Scheibe und strich über das Glas, als würde es etwas bringen. Als könnte ich irgendetwas ausrichten und nicht bloß hier stehen. [...] Fast schien es, als wäre die physische Distanz zwischen uns eine Metapher für den seelischen Graben, der uns trennte.

Ich hatte nicht gewusst, dass es in meinem Kopf ein »wir« gab, bevor ich es aussprach. Aber nun wurde mir bewusst, wie sehr ich darunter litt, dass mein Bild von uns in Scherben lag und wir beide nichts anderes taten, als auf den Splittern herumzutrampeln, bis nichts mehr zu reparieren war.

Then, as if overnight, the three of us grew into teenagers and those nights turned into skulking down to the lake with stolen beer, cigarettes and dates. Those were by far the happiest days of my life. I have never laughed, loved or cried harder than I did during those years; we were your normal, hormonal, reckless teenage disasters.

Denn wie konnte man Lukas nicht stammelnd gegenüberstehen, wenn er einem seine Liebe gestand? Es musste sich anfühlen, als würde man auf der Stelle verglühen und zerschmelzen und an nichts anderes mehr denken können als an das Flattern der Schmetterlinge im Bauch und die unglaubliche Tatsache, dass Lukas einen mochte... einen liebte.

Soon, he brought her to the nicest restaurant he could find. Gave her a dozen roses, and an engagement ring. "When I commit to someone, I really commit to them. I know now that there's nobody out there who I care about as much as I do you. There's no one I would rather spend my life with." They kissed. It's true then, they thought. You really can meet the perfect person and live happily ever after.

Se llora. No importa que tan duro sea el caparazón que cubre el alma, que cubre los sentimientos, hay un hueco, hay una brecha que deja salir lágrimas saladas que arden en los ojos. ¿Pero qué detona esto? Un solo sentimiento, una sola "cosa", ¿amor, tristeza, soledad?, ¿la falta de alguien?, ¿todas esas juntas o una sola? Ningunas. Personas como él no lloraban por simplezas. Entonces, la razón de sus ojos llorosos no era ninguna de las anteriores, ni tenía nombre, ni había sucedido, ni se había concebido. Era el futuro. Al final, acabas perdiéndolo todo. Ese es el futuro, esa es la mayor de las razones: saber cuál es el final.

When two hearts believe, love makes things possible.

Happy ever after takes a little bit of hell, darling. (The Black Heart Syndrome @wattpad)

La sigo por todo el parque, y creo que en ese momento me doy cuenta de que podría seguirla toda la vida.

Comenzamos a jugar con fuego, sabiendo que terminaríamos por quemarnos. Es que las chispas de una hoguera son atractivas hasta que te das cuenta de que pueden consumirte.

La via della perversione si trova nelle pagine di un vecchio romanzo". Da Uccidimi Dolcemente su Wattpad

Era un giorno bagnato, uno di quei giorni in cui la pioggia bagna l'asfalto e l'erba, lascia le sue pozzanghere nei pensieri, s'insinua nell'anima e batte lenta e sinuosa tra le pieghe dell'esistenza. Bagnava tutto, ogni cosa, anche me che avevo dimenticato l'ombrello a casa. Nell'aria c'era quel profumo di tempesta che scalfisce il dolore e lo resuscita dalla cenere in cui l'esistenza aveva tentato tante volte di seppellirlo. La mia esistenza. Intro di Uccidimi Dolcemente

Selene" ringhiò, aff3rr@ndo i miei c@p3lli, mentre l'altra mi schi@ff3ggiav4 una n@t!c4. Soffoc@i un altro url● di pi@cer3, mentre la su@ m4no ris@liva fino ai fi@nch! e si anc●rav@ con le unghie. Era una b3sti@. Un an!m@le che sc●p@v4, che dava pi@cer3.

Con l'indice sfiorai flebile i contorni del suo viso, il mio dito scese fino alla mascella poi, ardito, raggiunse la sua bocca. Con il sangue agitato e il cuore impazzito ne abozzai il contorno con gli occhi e con le mani. Mi sentivo sospesa in un tumulto di emozioni, quel respiro sulla bocca mi ubriacava. Non ero in me. Lui era mio... fratello?

Il mio cuore cominciò a palpitare, mentre il suo petto nudo aveva tutta la mia attenzione. I miei occhi vagarono sul suo addome, su quella schiena scolpita. Volevo sfiorare la sua pelle, sentirla addosso. Volevo che le sue mani mi accarezzassero ovunque. Sentii il mio c3ntr♡ inumidirsi al solo pensiero. Cristo!

Doveva calmarsi, doveva darsi un contegno. Doveva dominare le sue emozioni. Selene era sua sorella. Non poteva sc●p@rs! sua sorella, p●rc@ p**tt4n@! Era combattuto e dilaniato da quella passione irrefrenabile che ogni singolo giorno lo uccideva. Lo uccideva dolcemente.

Se scopri una verità amara correggila con rum e cocacola

Persiane abbassate. Un letto sfatto che accoglieva i loro corpi sudati. Penombra e ansimi. Piacere. Le sue mani scure come la notte, ardenti e tatuate, percorrevano lentamente la linea sinuosa delle sue forme. I suoi occhi fluidi, densi, più profondi dell'oceano, infuocati  come l'Inferno, lenti e  violenti, la ingoiavano piano, così piano da consumarla e lasciarla senza respiro.

Gomme, fumo e polvere. Il cigolio del metallo sotto le ruote. Mani contratte sull'acceleratore. Un cielo stellato che rifletteva sul suo casco nero e lucido. Due occhi acquamarina, liquidi come il petrolio, neri come l'ossidiana, profondi come una voragine, lampeggiavano concentrati su asfalto e ferro. Verdi. Irruenti. Pericolosi. Irriverenti. Risucchiavano il tangibile e lo risputavano in brivido gelido, uno sbuffo ardente, un sprazzo di luce che attraversa il buio e buca il suono.

Sì avvicinò, pose i palmi sul muro sopra le mie spalle e mi bloccò. «Ti piace sfottere. O f0ttere?» Maskable, Unmaskable

Everything that happens in your life is to prepare you, Veronica,” she’d said. “Metal has to go through fire to melt and be turned into a sword. Be strong because this is just a test. You are being melted, being molded into a stronger person. This burning will pass, and you will find rest. Don’t give up, honey

Has sido la forma más clara que ha tenido el destino de decirme que no se puede tener todo en esta vida.

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Mungkin aku yang terlalu berharap karena aku tidak bisa mendapatkan kamu yang ada di langit ke delapan

Una de las pocas cosas que he aprendido es que cada persona carga con una pesada mochila, en ella vas acomodando un montón de experiencias, pensamientos, problemas y sentimientos. En tu camino con la mochila te puedes cruzar con dos clases de personas; las que te ayudan a cargar con ella, y las que te la llenan de inútiles piedras.

Una de las pocas cosas que he aprendido es que cargamos con una pesada mochila, en ella vas acomodando un montón de experiencias, pensamientos, problemas y sentimientos. En tu camino con la mochila te puedes cruzar con dos clases de personas; las que te ayudan a cargar con ella, y las que te la llenan de inútiles piedras.

¿Nunca has pensado en tener otra vida? Ya sabes, ¿haber nacido en otro lugar?" "Shannon.." Me quejo, sé que se refiere a la mierda de mi trabajo. "Lo digo en serio, a veces pienso en que haría si alguien me ofreciera una vida nueva, tener la posibilidad de poder volver a empezar de cero." "¿Y que decidirías?" La siento sonreír. "¿Tú?" "Yo he preguntado primero." Contesto. "Eso no importa." Ríe. "Vamos..." Me coge la mano entre las suyas. Suspiro. "Bueno, cualquier otra vida diferente a la mía sería mucho más aburrida." Se ríe en acuerdo. "Si... Pero, ¿no te gustaría reemplazarla?" "No lo sé.. Pregúntamelo cuando sea un vejestorio." Sonrío. "¿Y eso por qué?" "Porque no hay manera de saber en este instante si voy a conseguir todo lo que quiero... Creo que hay una pequeña posibilidad de que todo pueda mejorar tal y como lo imaginamos ¿sabes? Creo que huir de tu vida, de tus problemas, no es la solución, y elimina esa pequeña posibilidad, tienes que enfrentar tu vida, si no, pienso que eres un cobarde.

Tenía muchas preguntas sobre cosas que no era triviales, pero que para mi si tenían mucha importancia, porque después de todo, las pequeñas cosas nos hacen únicos. Es muy extraño saber como funciona el mundo y no tener ni idea de como funcionas tú, quien eres y cual es tu propósito.

We're all insane somehow. Everyone thinks differently. And everyone sees the world differently. Therefore, everyone is insane.

Acardi! We should have killed him on the spot and you wouldn't let me! You didn't even listen." "Fine," I said, glaring at him. "Next time you want to commit murder, give me a call. You dagger them, I'll chop them into little tiny pieces and toss them into the East River." For the first time, I noticed the shadows beneath his eyes, the gauntness on his face. He lowered his voice, rubbing his temples as if he had a migraine. "This isn't the time for sarcasm, Liana." "No, apparently it's murder time.

La tentación siempre le ganará a la razón, pisoteando la coherencia y llevando al impulso.

Cuando te detienes a observar la hermosura que te rodea, los problemas dejan de existir, el resto del mundo desaparece y solo estas tu. Tu y tus sueños. Siempre se tienen sueños, aunque los escondamos en lo profundo.

El amor cambia lo que toca

I'm the furthest thing from an angel my love, if anything I'm the devil." "Maybe all the devil wanted was love.