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This amazing woman @taylorswift inspires me so much. She has the most amazing smile and she’s so incredibly funny. Even when she’s not trying to be. She can laugh like no one else and she is the most talented lyricist I’ve ever experienced . She also has the most beautiful hands and fingers I’ve ever seen. A true businesswoman that simultaneously has the biggest heart on the planet. Humble beyond recognition and a force in this industry. So beautiful from the inside and out and with eyes full of love for the right cause. She fights for those who need it and always remembers where she came from. She makes me feel things I didn’t think was possible through her music and her art. She’s an incredible writer, creator, producer and director and she continues to evolve and explore new things in ways few artist even can comprehend.

I totally love the wide range of your singing voice and I am mesmerised by the depth of your speaking voice.

Before I found your music I never really listened to the lyrics in a song. Nowadays I understand myself through them. Somehow almost all of your lyrics feels like they are about things that have happens to me. I’ve felt like that too.

I’m forever and always so thankful and grateful for what you do for so many people🥹❤️

I’m planning on getting a tattoo with the following parts of your lyric from Marjorie❤️.

It would be a dream if it also was in your handwriting and with your signature 🙏🏻This lyric as in memory of my little son who passed away only 12 days after he was born due to a severe heart condition.

“Never be so kind you forget to be clever

Never be so clever you forget to be kind

And if I didn’t now better I’d think you were talking to me now.

If I didn’t know better I’d think you were still around.

What died didn’t stay dead

You’re alive, you’re alive in my head”

T.S

I wish I could give something back to you for changing my life for the better.

I wish I could give you the freedom to live your life without those cynical clones with cellphones chasing your every step. I wish I could give you the possibility to love and date whoever or as may or few as you want without the public’s constant speculation. All I want for you is that you’ll have the opportunity to live, love and flourish as a woman without having to adapt yourself to everyone’s opinion.

Love you @taylorswift for everything 🙏🏻🥹🌟

Hi guys this is my OC, she's friends with the spider trio and this happened in 1934 when someone liked her and confessed she rejected him in a kind way but he kept coming back and she still rejected him and for that he killed her family for every rejection even her little sister who was 10 so yeah if you want to know more then you can ask. See ya

Flowers from grandma's flowerbed.

𝓐𝓵𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓼𝔂𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓻𝓲𝓬 𝓶𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 :)

See you.

STRUGGLE 

actually this is real yellow is a bliss/happier and until became they might can be darkness or something.

When i was four years old, I remember I drew of my favorite this is the legend of Areslla is Samoa. that’s why I love plant and flowers.  

Watching the waves

May 4, 2022

Basque Country — Spain

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The sea near the city

May 3, 2022

Basque Country — Spain

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The hill

October 28, 2021

Navarre — Spain

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Music & Memories

I’m always amazed at how songs become attached to moments or people in your life.

I hear Born To Be Wild, and I remember a road trip with a friend so she can check out a job possibility in Massachusetts.  When that song came on we cranked the radio and belted out the chorus at the top of our lungs.

Gimme Three Steps makes me think of the boss who was always amazed that the song was based on a real story.  He would mention it every time the song would come on and excitedly go on and on about it.

I hear Charlie Daniels, or Run DMC, or Mary J Blige and I think of the special women who have been in my life.  If it wasn’t for them I never would’ve given these styles of music a fair chance.

Whenever Dream On plays, I remember trips to Hampton Beach with friends.  We would always end the trips standing on the beach singing that song.

I could go on and on and bore you with songs and the memories associated with them, but I won’t.  But if ever a song comes on, and I get a little smile on my face and maybe even give a snicker, you know why.

Land Of Lost

Carcasses of memories where her heart belonged,

Ashes of words where her thoughts corrode,

Dreams spread out on a silken cloth,

Just to be washed away by the storm.

Rocks of love in the pendant she worn,

But what use is it of when her lover's gone?

Hopes written and collected in a jar of glass,

Only to be broken and thrown away in trash.

Her melodies like a forgotten tune,

Played on an abandoned broken record,

Waves residing where her eyes belonged,

In the end she was the oceans favorite song,

Carried away by the waves to the land of lost.

Go My Dragon

This melody ringing in my ears,

I would have hated you with my heart,

If I wasn't so entranced.

I would have chosen to go deaf,

I would have rather buried myself deep in Earth,

If you haven't stolen my heart from my hand.

Oh my dragon, when you fall from grace

Or when you ascend to heaven,

Will you erase my memories?

When the night calls your name,

And when the chains break to set you free,

With you, will you not take me?

Go my dragon, I'll let you leave,

With my heart intertwined with yours,

I'll wait until I'm nothing,

But bones buried deep in greens.

i wish people understood how much it hurts to lose memories so quickly

Memory Musings

Her heart stilled as she thought of him.

The shine in his chestnut eyes as he laughed at something she said.

Running a hand through his hair as he tried to think of the right words to say.

He was frozen in her memory, forever a twenty-something man with a smile that stopped her in her tracks, and always had.

She wondered if he still thought of her.

If it made him ache to imagine her still singing along to that song.

If it made him feel just as sad to know that memories of each other will fade as they both get older; that jokes shared in the back of a car, late night text chats, and whispered secrets would soon become distant fever dreams of a life that could be.

Memories.

There was an old minecraft lets play with a my little pony mod and it ended up having weird lore. I watched this as a child I swear. I think it was 3 dudes playing as Twlight, Rainbow Dash, and Apple Jack and the apple jack guy got possessed or something. This was AGES ago. YEARS. I swear this is real but I've never KNOWN ANYBODY who knows of it, I'm feeling nostalgic I might hunt it down.

When I hear the voice of echoing rain drops embracing my ear, it reminds me of something I would never let go.

Something so precious to be lost in the world full of usless , wanted , materialistic world.

It is the thing which connects one to oneself and to others.

Like the wedding photograph of the couple , hanging behind the bed post or in living area , or hidden in the album , like the lost piece but never with the faded charm.

It is a bucket full of memories that everyone wish to cherish whole life and taking to the grave or making it memorable for souls who ever touched them.

"How come I forget you when you are the only key to unlock my memories."

Making it count

Last week I was at a classmates funeral. Everything about it seemed wrong. She just turned 18 three weeks ago, therefore being way too young to leave this world and as I stood at her open grave, looking down at the bright wooden coffin her dainty body was in, imagining her just sleeping inside, I felt like I’m living my life the wrong way.

In that moment everything seemed so important to me. Because standing there, watching her older sister break down in tears, filled my heart with so much fear of not only dying but losing people I love before I had the chance to tell them everything I wanted them to know and spending as much time together as possible.

In that moment I wanted to call both my parents and tell them I loved them.

I wanted to wrap my arms around every single one of my friends and thank them for the best memories ever.

I wanted to tell my favourite teachers how much they inspired me and helped to create a new version, a better one, of me throughout the past years.

I wanted to make sure my brother knew that he has always been my favourite person on this planet no matter how hard we had fought in the past.

I wanted to show up at this particular boy’s door and just kiss him and thank him for slowly putting back all the pieces of my broken heart another one had left me alone with.

I wanted to be fearless. To be brave enough to just do whatever I felt like. To stop caring about what others might think of me and do whatever my heart desired.

I wanted to make every single minute of my life count, because I realized how fast everything might fall apart.

RIP Leo,

forever loved.

I wish I would’ve said it

It was cold out, everyone was drunk. I fell asleep on your shoulder, you let me. I wrapped my arms around your left one to keep myself from falling, you let me. They left and went to his house. We stayed. You woke me up, let’s go to the fireplace, you said. And we went, my arms still around you. Half the city watched the burning flames, celebrating nobody knows what. Warm colored reflections on your skin, flames in your eyes, smile on your face. I loved watching you like that. You turned your head to me, said something, blushed and looked away again. I wish I would still remember what you said. My eyes got heavy and I put my head on your shoulder again, you let me. You kept me from falling, always keeping an eye on me. You held on tighter to me as everyone started singing, still celebrating nobody knows what. I loved watching your lips move as you silently sang with em. You laid you head on top of mine, perfect height, you said and we both chuckled. Exactly one head taller, they said and watched us with sparks in their eyes. I loved being there with you. I told you about my thoughts on your friends and you nodded and told me about what you thought about mine. Us two being the only connection between the groups. I loved being the person you let inside your head for a second. I loved being by your side. I loved being me in these exact moments, because that meant having you right next to me. I loved your little laughs. I loved your kisses on the head. I loved your arms around me. I loved watching the flames slowly dancing with you. I loved everything about that night. But it ended, and I for sure didn’t love that. I wanted to tell you everything I loved about this night and how much I didn’t want it to end. And still, to this day, I wish I would’ve said it.

Honey

Honey, you want to heal? forget the ugly words and the things he did how he blew out the candle  and you found yourself lost as the light faded away

Honey, you want to move on? Let go of the past  and the “I love you”s you shared Take back the person you gifted the time you shared Take back everything you don’t want him to keep

Honey, you want to live again? Leave the sadness you found after love and start all over again Find love in yourself and the things you enjoyed  Make room in your mind by throwing him out Find comfort in being alone

Honey, is that what you want? Healing, moving on and living? Because the truth is, it’s all in your hands but you rather remain in your situation Do you fear that the pain it takes to let it go would be more hurting than the pain you are currently in?

Honey, you won’t heal by  rereading and relistening old text messages and voice mails You won’t move on by  asking the universe for a call from him You won’t live again by reliving the memories you saved in your mind

You won’t find yourself by searching him

Honey, stop it,  Stop procrastinating on the future  Stop hurting yourself with the past  Don’t throw yourself away  It’s your love where you will find yourself again Not his

It’s you where you will gain the power from to heal move on  and live again