stories - one

Baths. Ah, the sound of clean, pure foamy water filling a metal pail to its brim...

Do you how luxurious that feels? To hear that sound. And to feel that warm, clean water kiss your skin.

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I don't know where I am going with this but I thought of making up silly stories. I wish I could write a book...

With LOVE from Jessa #Girls #HBO

“I don’t like women telling other women what to do or how to do it or when to do it.”

—

Jessa

Last night.

"Everything was weird. Suddenly... I realised I hated the world less, and hated ME more. It was a conceited feeling. It didn't make me feel anything. Except a rage to destruct and destroy. Get rid of everything that I collected. Stop thinking so darned much. Do something good for a change. Not just have thoughts of things. It felt weird. These hateful feelings are wearing on me. I am trying... But I feel like things are not on my side anymore. Good forces... Karma, whatever you may call it. The nights I hate the most. Because I can't sleep and then I can't wake when morning breaks. My body fights with my brain and always win. It makes me detest my skin. This lump of flesh. I feel useless... People keep telling so. I am writing a hateful tale... I need your help. Please help me, I pray to you - everyday. Help me, please..."

Until Next Time!

Hey everyone (by everyone, I mean four people really),

Hiiii. How are you? I think I creeped some of you out last week? Or the ones actually reading this blog. I was just slightly sad. As I usually seem to be, lately. But there is a beautiful book I have been safe-keeping, for now... I'll use it soon. It's a little book of tear-out cards - SUCH A CLEVER IDEA! - and the artist is such a sweet person, too. I cannot wait enough to present the first card to someone, already. :'-)

How are you today? Is everything okay? Do you miss someone? Are you in love with someone? Tell me what that is like? Listening to a track called Perdóname by Deorro feat. DyCy and Adrian Delgado. I really like it! I feel like dancing. :-D I am sitting with Rainbow, Racile's puppy. He is so cute. I wish he was real. :'-(

Bye for now,

krypton02

:'-( x Parte Deux

He will tell you how beautiful you are, and how he loves the way your lips just beg to be kissed when you aren’t even wearing lipstick. He will remember the story of your childhood you told him at 3AM months ago. He will make promises, and never break them. He will text you back in the middle of the night, because he’s home, and not out getting drunk. He will sacrifice his happiness for yours, and he will treat you how you finally deserve to be treated.

But you won’t accept it, you will continue to question his honesty, you will wonder why it took him an hour longer to reply, you will never expect the good out of a promise. You have been so use to receiving one word responses, and pointless phone conversation, so you don’t really know how to take this. When you two go out, you watch his eyes, not only because they are beautiful, but to make sure they don’t wander to the girl’s walking around.

You will be so fucked up by the past you won’t even be able to enjoy the present, so I’m telling you, don’t let it mess with your happiness. Don’t let the jerk that broke your heart break it again without even being in your life. Because when this guy tells you he loves you, he means it, because every beat in his heart says your name, every breath he breathes, he’s soaking you in. He just wants you, and you want him too. So don’t fuck it up, please don’t. (via ynesterday)

OH MY GOD THIS IS THE BEST THING I HAVE EVER READ

(via openmvnd)

(Source: delicatepoetry, via avatarite)

b i t t e r c h o c o l a t e l e m o n s l o v e

Let me also remind you.
Nobody will ever care more about you...
Than you.
Except your parents of course. The love stops there.
No friend, lover, nobody else - zilch.
Unless they were connected to you by an umbilical cord, too.

So just do what you gotta do.
Be what you gotta be.
People come and go. Be an animal. I'm the fluffy kind.
Disappointments sting, but being able and capable feels like sunshine on your skin.
Trust no one. Especially Ted!

12 Days: The Early Bird Chronicles

Do you know how much good it does your heart; when you’re standing on the shore of a beach and you can feel the dry but soft mica granules under your toes, warming your soles, you’re thinking things and watching the waves crash against each other and hearing the call of the ocean, and in an instant, your feet are graced with a jet of frothy, bubbly, delicious molecules of sea water? ♥ There’s no feeling quite like it! Except if you’re probably reading a book on the sand after a quick swim, letting the rays of the sun warm your bare skin and kiss your hair.

What are these feelings? Describe them, please. So… Like when if you close your eyes for too long, you miss that swish of an aquamarine fin on a glorious tail disappearing under the water – and you don’t know it now. You never do. Nobody ever does… There’s magic. Does stringing together random thoughts of beautiful people and places around us make it poetic? What is this? What are you saying? I thought you would think of a picture. Or a person! Think, now. Everything’s magic. Incoherence of speech is an ailment common among us ocean folk. Breaks us down, and builds us up again. Sandcastles, in reverse…

Scatter your thoughts about… And, begin again. Feel the vibe of the ocean as it calls out to you, as it asks for you to seek its treasures. Look for the little shells, the really tiny, textured surface ones…They’re a creamy colour! What do you think? How many hexadecimal codes of the colour blue is the sky made up of? Have you ever thought of that? Which is the constellation you look for, when you look up in to the inky sky after the sun has set, and the beach is eery, beautiful, calm, and seems like it’s whispering; can you smell that?

Did you do that, ever? Erm, you know… Fill a bottle with a paper scripted with a beautiful thought, and fling it into the ocean? Why haven’t you done that? Actually, I haven’t – either. I will, soon! Did you leave silly messages in the sand? Write someone’s name down? :-) Randomness is good, it makes you feel things… Listen to the call of the ocean. The waters are beckoning you, closer… One step, yes, that’s it. Two steps… Ooh, it’s chilly! Ah, but it feels so nice. There, you set it free… Farewell, dearest.

With a Little Friendly Intervention from Minila Louisa...

A few more: 

Own your success and never apologise for it. Never leave till you leave like Sheryl Sandberg says.
Don't let anyone and I mean anyone tell you what you should do or rather are expected to do with your life or whom you should marry. Take their advice but pick the stuff you want to stick with. There are things worth fighting for; and not getting married or taking up a job for the money because it doesn't feel right are two damn good things worth fighting for.
Marriage and job success are over rated. Money? I don't really know...
Screw the need to be a nice girl. Be a good human being first...and wear those back showing, cleavage bearing clothes and go places anyway.
Don't take sexist shit from no one; no aunties, no mommies and no grandpas or moral policeman or cocky colleagues either. Stand up for yourself, your womanhood and your right to not give a fuck about things, and make no apologies about that either.

- all views are her own, Minila Louisa for you.

Minila Louisa has been my best friend for the past 10 years. Actually, a little bit more than that. When Minila isn't working, she spends her free time whipping up delicacy after delicacy - red velvet desserts being one of her specialties or sipping on tea (she could have concocted) by an open window overseeing nature in all its grand splendour; she also likes to play the fool, and fall in love with randomness. Her favourite dish is the red sauce pasta at Moshe's, well it's certainly one of her favourites. Our equation? We have had our ups and downs, but I've been pulled out of my shell constantly by her. READER: Wow, this sounds like a dedication! Are you sure this is just an introduction to your writer friend? Well yeah, I suppose I got carried away. Sorry. Wait, for what. I take it back, I'm not.