A week has passed since Ch. came back from his vacations. I haven’t gotten any news from him but I still have hope that he’s going to communicate one of these days. Furthermore, I am quite sure that in the end, we would have had a relationship to remember, until our lives may depart.
I must admit that the strong rock I have been for a while remains a bit uncertain during the day, since my days are really weird in comparison to other people’s. I mean: I don’t search for someone else’s company unless people manifest openly that they want to come over to my place.
Hence, as most of the time I am by myself, with the unique and silent presence of my two dogs, I have plenty of time to think and think over. In like manner, I use my spare time for writing (mostly) or reading about Trotsky, who is the personality I am more interested about. In fact, I don’t have so many interests. I tend to focus on what makes me feel happier than I normally am when the environment is so unfriendly to me.
I have finally understood why I live in this neighborhood, why I spend most of the time at home, and why it is easier for me to be in the company of the dogs, the computer, the IPad and the cell phone. People are annoying and they speak about stupid stuff. That is the reason why I wear my earphones when I go shopping or to simply walk down the street. I am not interested in listening to bullshit. I don’t speak nonsensical things, so I don’t accept it in return.
That’s something that makes me remember why I want Ch. to be my lover and not my partner in life. I wouldn’t know how to cope with that. I have always been a hermit and he’s a politician.
A hermit and a politician cannot be a good couple, but they can fuck, yes, and not talk a lot since it is the talking time, when extended, which ruins everything between lovers.
You may be asking why I have chosen the title “Hidden lovers in the bay”. That’s the name of a painting I made for my friend C. You can only see the bay, no lovers; so we don’t know whether they are hidden somewhere or not.
The truth is that they might’ve been there for a while and left, or they are sleeping or having sex behind the dunes… or they have been living just in the painter’s mind.
So is this case…
I will always be with you through all your beautiful changes.
If love is just chemicals, let me taste yours.
It was requested, so here it is 😑 Witcher fanart, soon in color 🖤🌗👑⚔️⚗️🐺 #sketch #lineart #witcher #Geralt #games #fantasyart #Yennefer #fanart #thelastwish
,,Kiedy ten bol sie skonczy?”
,, Nie jest tak, że możesz mieć mnie na jakiś czas,Na jakiś czas porzucić,po czasie znowu mnie brać..Jak zabawkę..”
And if you put all the pain aside.
If you extract the hurt and the regret.
You get a small girl that can’t forget.
A small girl eager to love and life.
A small girl waiting for her first date and a romantic kiss.
A small girl with so much to give.
A small girl that just doesn’t want to miss.
A small girl full of sunshine and laughter.
A small girl that is not the belittled daughter.
A small girl that is actually not that small anymore.
A small girl opening every closed door.
A small girl that fights and never stops.
A small girl that just refuses to drop.
If you put all the pain aside,
Extract the hurt and the regret.
You get a small girl that doesn’t want to forget.
il tuo sguardo parlava al mio cuore! 🥀👁
thats love !!
And then, I lost you 🥀
Oh what to do,
What to do with love when,
It catches in your throat;
When you can’t help but choke.
Part 1 - Anti | The Outsider Girl
I want to be in a relationship where my partner constantly drives me to be the best version of myself. They motivate and inspire me… They tell me that I am stunning the way I am, but if I really wanted to better, not for anyone else, but for myself, then they would be there with me, every step of the way.
Going through the long days
Every minute, slowly ticking by
Working my way through lifes maze
Wondering why it’s to me that you lie
The memory of your hands on my waist
The taste of your lips on mine
The perfume of your sweet embrace
Stealing my heart, your worst crime
As days go by and the message isnt clear
Focussed on myself and my body
My heart and mind, we need you here
Reminded of you by the taste of coffee
And now I cant wait to see you again
Imagining the warmth seeping between us
The silhouette of us imprinted on my brain
I pray that one day, we’ll be setting off doves
I’m sleepwalking through the memory of you