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Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.

Robert Brault (via bl-ossomed)
166513 notes / Tuesday, April 22, 2014 / 9:54 am

dannykelly:

“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, and she stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute i could. I gave her a lot of gifts and i lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she could love that much. And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.” ~ Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie

dannykelly:

“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, and she stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute i could. I gave her a lot of gifts and i lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she could love that much. And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.” ~ Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie

181187 notes / Tuesday, April 22, 2014 / 9:35 am

When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.

(via therealamandahendrick)
191072 notes / Tuesday, April 22, 2014 / 9:32 am

porrn:

Is it just me or you don’t really realise how drunk you are until you are in a bathroom alone???

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552708 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 11:32 pm

mfpen:

glauxpoetica:

thelastdoctorpony:

bryantbushido:

Yep.

This show got really deep fast.

this is like marxist theory of labor jesus CHRIST

Cash that can’t buy back what the job takes.

110757 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 11:27 pm

yesterdaysorigins:

unfreshing:

i’m not gonna stop reblogging this wow

owner y this happen



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yesterdaysorigins:

unfreshing:

i’m not gonna stop reblogging this wow

owner y this happen

No why doggy nuu
155656 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 11:20 pm

489 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 11:17 pm

We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.

Let our scars fall in love.


Galway Kinnell  (via 1112pm)
2369 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 11:17 am

1726 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 11:15 am

Forgive my introversion,
but do not mistake my fortress for walls,
or my kindness for a weakness.
For the fortress is not there for my protection,
but for yours.

(via 1112pm)
1410 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 11:14 am

Always be kinder than you feel.

Unknown (via theriverjordyn)
152863 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 8:31 am

There is a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.

Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968   (via quotes-shape-us)
23911 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 8:29 am

1202 notes / Monday, April 21, 2014 / 8:29 am

Vent.

Because it’s only 10:23am on a Monday morning. And twice in the last half hour you have successfully implied that I am the Fuck-up; which was worse than the last time.

All I wanted was for you not to worry. And it worked because it now resonates in me and worrying has become the pit of my metal being.

I stared at the same spot of the two green dots on the wall for that hour as you went at it. taking it all in, each sharp edged word you used against me, and breathing just how he taught me because he said breathing works better than swallowing those little white pills.

And maybe one day I won’t have to order decaf. And maybe one day I don’t have to use my brown paper lunch bag to help me breathe. And maybe one day I wouldn’t have to hide the fact that I can’t handle it because I’d be strong enough next time.

But now it’s 10:55 and I felt the wind slap my back as you slammed the door. And if I was that same person 6 years ago I would have walked straight into that bathroom and took each sharp edged word you used against me,

against myself.

But I’m better than that now. And because your words have brought me to this place so often, you helped me get to this level. So thanks I guess. I’m trying.

3 notes / Monday, April 14, 2014 / 6:13 pm

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via splitterherzen)
178783 notes / Monday, April 14, 2014 / 10:03 am