Kali
Adjective (adj) -- visually addictive
--Welcome to my world--
where everyone I ever need
always ends up leaving me
alone
Name
Kali
Age
21
Status
ROCKY
has my heart
Location
here
Someone once told me:
"You're an absolutely stunning, naturally submissive, heavily tattooed, intelligent, interesting, open-minded, amazing girl with incredible taste in music. Oh i forgot the most important thing -
you seem like a head-over-heels hopeless romantic and you're SWEET AS FUCK!!!"
♥♥♥
For Rocky
And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...
At night... when I lay my head on your chest... I listen to your heartbeat.. because it plays my favorite song.
The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever.
I am nothing special; just a common woman with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.
The worst way to miss someone is for them to be sitting right next to you.. knowing you can't have them.
So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Roots that grow towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossoms fall from our branches we find that we are one tree and not two.Now that's love.
I dream about being with you... forever.
Courage
is not the lack of fear
but rather the judgment that
something is more important than fear.
The brave may not live long,
but the cautious
do not live at all.
♥
