You'll Remember

Whether you make it or not, you’ll always remember her. She wasn’t your first kiss, but her kiss was the first that set your heart on fire. You won’t forget the days you spent gazing up into the universe, and every time the sky is painted blue and white and orange and pink, you’ll remember the way she sang her favorite songs in your ear. She was there when you passed your final chemistry exam in high school with a dorky high-five and a piece of her chocolate bar that she always carried around on test days. 


When someone asks you if you’ve ever broken a bone, you’ll say your wrist, hand, and twice your nose. You broke your wrist falling off a bike? Or was it a tree? You probably won’t remember. But you broke your hand punching the walls when your friends decided that she wasn’t good for you. You’ll remember the weeks she held your left hand, and the way she’d shake her head and whisper “I was not worth this.”
You’ll remember how she visited you at work, and all she’d order was vanilla ice cream, but she’d stay for hours. 

You’ll remember all her pets’ names because they were all named after her favorite foods. You’ll remember her old grey car with the squeaky brakes and all the nights she took the long the way home and her obsession with the moon. You’ll remember the way she likes her coffee. The way she rolls her eyes when she’s angry. The click of her heels on the tiles. How her eyes shut when she was laughing too hard. The way she smiled against your lips when you told her you love her.
She’s a part of you, and you won’t ever forget her.

Dear you

Forget the past

Dear you,

I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately and I feel so guilty when I do. I miss you sometimes but I will never admit that to anyone but myself. I don’t want what we had or anything like that but I miss my friend. You were a good friend, you made me laugh a lot and we had fun together. You were there for me, you knew so well. I don’t hate you because the memories aren’t all bad. I hate that you didn’t give a shit at the end. I never loved you the way I wanted to. I guess we were just a good time. I don’t regret that. I regret losing you as my friend. I think I’d change everything if it meant still having you in my life but I guess a part of me also doesn’t care anymore. I haven’t thought about you this much in such a long time. Sometimes I wish I could ask you how things are for you. I see your happy and found someone, I guess that’s good. I’m happy now and I kind of have to thank you for that. I’m sorry that he was your best friend and that now you don’t even speak. I don’t want to think it’s my fault but I guess it is. But you were my best friend too, and I lost you. I think it hurt me more than him. I don’t know if he hates you, but I don’t anymore. I used to hate you so much. I hated the pressure you put on me. I hated you for not caring. I hated you for lying to me. I don’t know if it was all a lie or not but I guess it wasn’t all a lie. It was a whole year. You were the one who started, and kept it going. You looked for me. I just followed. I hate you for making him jealous and hurting him but it was my fault too. He didn’t need to know everything, I think that must have been hard for him but harder for me to tell him. I hate you for making me hurt him, more making him cry. I hated you for not telling him the truth from the beginning. I guess it all happened like it was support to. I think that if things were different, I wouldn’t be with him today. And that’s the part I thank you for, if you would have told him from the beginning I wouldn’t have him today in my life like I do. Yes, I choice him over you. And I’d like to believe if something or someone made me choose back then, I’d choose him too. You and I were a phase. It was a good time. A mistake? I don’t think that. Maybe something to point us in the right direction. I really don’t know what I’d say to you if I ever saw you, if anything at all. I just want you to know I don’t hate you anymore. I hated you. I really despised you for hurting me and leaving me to lead with all this. I hate that I lost you as my friend but things happen for a reason. Thanks for those memories. I wonder if you still remember. I wonder if you think of me from time to time. Have you told anyone? I guess it wasn’t a big deal but it kind of was. Yes, I’d go back and live it all one last time and no, I won’t change a thing. God, I can never let him see this. I didn’t love you, but I do love him. And want to know how I know I didn’t love you? You didn’t make me feel like he does. I wasn’t jealous with you. I didn’t give a fuck. I just wanted to have fun. I wanted to do something I thought I’d never do. I kind of hated myself for so long for being so naive and falling for every word you said. For doing anything you’d ask me to do. Well, almost anything. I think I’d hate myself and you so much more if that would have happened. I think he would never forgive me if that had happened. I think I wouldn’t either. So now you know, I miss you and I can’t stop thinking about you. I wish things would have ended different, I wish you were still my friend. But again, things happen for a reason. So I wish you all the best in your life. I’m sure I will see you from a far someday and we’ll never talk again but that’s that.

Sincerly, 

me ♥

Never give up

When the world screams "give up", Hope whispers " try it one more time" (:

I am strong because I am weak. I am beautiful because I know my flaws. I am a lover, not a fight. I am fearless because I have been afraid. I am wise because I have been foolish. I can laugh because I have known sadness.

Don't ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive and go do it ! Because the world needs people who have come alive.

To love is to risk, not being loved in return. To hope is to risk pain. To try is to risk failure. But risks must be taken because the greatest hazzard in life is to risk nothing.

The longer I live the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude to me is more important than facts. It is more important than the past. The education. The money. Than failure. Than success. Than what people say or think about me. It is more important than appearance. Giftness or skill. It will make or break a compnay. A church. A home. The remarkable thing is we have the chance to regard the attitude we will embrace for the day. We can not change the past or the facts. We can only play with the strings we have

Get to know me

Hello, follower! Or… not follower! Beautiful individual reading this post! You can call me Luli. Yes, that’s my nickname, my real name is Lucila. :3 Welcome to my blog and stuff! I post… things! I love to write about things that happen to me and I bet most can relate to.

So, let’s get through the most basic spiel: I’m an Scorpio born November 8^th, 1995. I’m a freshman in college majoring in journalism living on my own for the first time in Buenos Aires, Argentina. I was raised 11 years in The Sunshine State. I’ve been with the love of my life since I was 15. I’m a simple person.

I’m an amateur writer and photographer. I’m interested in all things involving blood, killings, crimes – but there won’t be any of that on this blog. The objective of this blog is to write relatable… stuff. Honestly, I made this for me, this is get away.

I’m a very disorganized person, internally. I bet I won’t post as much as I want to. I’m in a very confusing stage in my life. I’ve been in love with one person in my life and I still am –you’ll probably read a lot about him. I’m a super simple person. I don’t drink, smoke or party –a lot. I have trust issues. I have a temper. I don’t have many friends. I’m 500 km away from my family. I don’t know if journalism if my thing, yet- worst thing is, I don’t have plan "B". I hate disappointing people. I'm insecure. Obsessed with piercing and tattoos. I just that’s pretty much it.

I'll leave here the link to my spanish blog if anyone is interested.

Enjoy:3

Juntas en Paris