tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6518751589127140762024-03-13T19:23:20.449-03:00Je t'aime.Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-77617088738855211072010-07-04T01:09:00.001-03:002010-07-04T01:12:11.047-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4t2sk3DdZ1qc8enwo1_400.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 237px;" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l4t2sk3DdZ1qc8enwo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ally:</span> Huh. So, this is the whole playful ‘<span style="font-style: italic;">you get me all wet</span>’ part, right?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tyler:</span> Why make it sound cheap?<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ally:</span> It is cheap. I’ve seen this scene a hundred times. You know what never happens in this scene though? <span style="font-style: italic;">*lifts up the pot of spaghetti and dumps it on Tyler*</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>That.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">*Tyler lifts up Ally and puts her over his shoulder as he heads for the bathroom*</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tyler:</span> Apologize!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ally:</span> Never!Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-35650825559344498412010-06-10T23:16:00.004-03:002010-06-10T23:21:35.700-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/lost/1/0/2/x/-/-/Desmond-Penny-Photo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 172px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/lost/1/0/2/x/-/-/Desmond-Penny-Photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-family:georgia;">I sit outside and watch the </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >s<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">u</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >nr</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:arial;" >is</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" >e</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">; look out as far as I can. I can’t see her, but in the distance I hear some laughter -we laugh together. Then I <span style="font-family:courier new;">hold my breath and close my eyes</span> and <span style="font-family:verdana;">dream about <u><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;">her</span></u></span>, because </span><em style="font-family:georgia;"><strong><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">she’s two</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">thousand light</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">years away</span></strong></em><span style="font-family:georgia;">.
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We have survived on this island for 80 days. We were six hours into the flight when the pilot said we were off course and turned back towards Fiji. We hit turbulence and crashed. We’ve been waiting here, all this time, waiting for rescue that has not come. We do not know where we are, we only know you have not found us. We’ve done our best to live on this island. Some of us have come to accept that we may never leave it. Not all of us have survived since the crash, but there is new life, too, and with it, there is hope. We are alive. Please don’t give up on us.” It’s, uh… it’s perfect, Claire. </li><li class="even"> <strong class="label">Claire:</strong> You know, I’m not giving up on you, either, Charlie. <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;">It’s gonna be okay</span>. You’re gonna be okay. <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">We’ll get through this <span style="font-weight: bold;">together</span></span>. </li></ul>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-83497733522744676542010-06-01T20:38:00.003-03:002010-06-01T20:43:17.505-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBc2I3762rvkOl8baKiyPy53SedPzEwCamQKgT4xBOZYUonDAIVFeM_dWf3YRn83fsXPqWvcFj1_bvz-UlbbiHvj9B61iQyn4X9aV6LCfIhMAcLhOzm32ezasn-6dj9WY0mzhdGAQhhmE/s1600/Green_Day_03_Blue_Door_Girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 371px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBc2I3762rvkOl8baKiyPy53SedPzEwCamQKgT4xBOZYUonDAIVFeM_dWf3YRn83fsXPqWvcFj1_bvz-UlbbiHvj9B61iQyn4X9aV6LCfIhMAcLhOzm32ezasn-6dj9WY0mzhdGAQhhmE/s200/Green_Day_03_Blue_Door_Girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477954252347544722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">¿Viva la Gloria?</span></span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-90354531900632679342010-05-08T00:13:00.001-03:002010-05-08T00:16:36.483-03:00Reach Out<span style="font-family: times new roman;">From the minute that you walked right through the door,</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> thoughts are </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">racing in my mind, time to explore</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> I tell my friends that I just gotta have him...</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Tunnel vision had him locked on in my sight,</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> on a mission, for position by the end of the night.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> It’s like a prey, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">playing games with the <span style="font-style: italic;">hunter</span></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">You better run</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> boy, time to surrender</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Like a prayer, your touch can take me there.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> In my mind, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">you and me in a secret affair</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Boy </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">you’re killing me and you don’t even know it</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Try to hold back but </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">I can’t control it</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> So I’m stepping to you, skip the "How you doing?"</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Grab your hand and pull you closer to me.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Out the door we're slipping, then we start to kissing.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Boy </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">you’re invited to my <span style="font-weight: bold;">fantasy</span></span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Baby can't you see how you're affecting me?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Sensual, physical fantasy.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Maybe, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;">fate brought the two of closer now</span><span style="font-family: times new roman;">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Don't you wanna...</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> reach out and touch me before I go insane?</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> Reach out and touch me, don't you make me wait.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;">I'm a diamond and you're so on the money.</span><br /><span style="font-family: times new roman;"> And all I need is to feel you...</span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-8273624167139084342010-04-26T15:37:00.002-03:002010-04-26T15:42:43.208-03:00<span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Baby, I love you, you are my life.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> My happiest moments weren't complete if you weren't by my side.</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> You're my relation and connection to the sun.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">With you next to me there's no darkness I can't overcome.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> You are my raindrop, I am the seed; with you and God, who's my sunlight, I bloom and grow so beautifully.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Baby, I'm so proud, </span><i style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">so proud to be your girl</i><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> You make the confusion go all away from this cold and mixed up world.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> I am in love with you, </span><i style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">you set me free</i><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I can't do this thing called life without you here with me.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> Because I'm dangerously in love with you </span><i style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I'll never leave</i><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Just keep loving me the way I love you loving me.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> And I know you love me, love me for who I am.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> Because years before I became who I am, baby, you were my man.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> I know </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">it ain't easy, easy loving me</i><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">.</span> <i style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">I appreciate the love and dedication from you to me</i><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Later on in my destiny </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I see myself having your child, I see myself being your wife.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> And I </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">see my whole future in your eyes</i><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> Thought of all my love for you </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">sometimes make me wanna cry</i><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> Realize all my blessings, I'm grateful to have you by my side.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> Every time I see your face </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">my heart smiles</i><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Every time it feels so good, it hurts sometimes.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Created in this world to love and to hold, to feel, to breathe, </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">to love you</i><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I cannot do anything without you in my life.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> Holding me, kissing me, </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">loving me dangerously</i><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">.</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"> I love you... </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >dangerously</span> in love.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFm-m7GUJ1yoBi1BWmHbN-ootjlKEsxf2ifEttLgUdHrdACLZOLMti01umUA3m5iuGdjTM_wWylEM6zRQia3sWeoQg4zHE2r7TDDXCgACp5TkEJ8rhYHK4tyXHZwzrScQOzR97DSlchw/s1600/26404_398387911088_610066088_4016594_1411114_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFm-m7GUJ1yoBi1BWmHbN-ootjlKEsxf2ifEttLgUdHrdACLZOLMti01umUA3m5iuGdjTM_wWylEM6zRQia3sWeoQg4zHE2r7TDDXCgACp5TkEJ8rhYHK4tyXHZwzrScQOzR97DSlchw/s200/26404_398387911088_610066088_4016594_1411114_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464518336630398210" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >26.04.10</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><br />3 months <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">♥</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"></span></div>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-5466882005213793302010-04-18T19:16:00.002-03:002010-04-18T19:24:59.368-03:00<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">Every night I rush to my bed with hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">see you when I close my eyes</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">. I'm going out of my head, lost in a fairytale; can you hold my hands and </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">be my guide</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);">? Clouds filled with stars cover the skies and I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby. What kind of dream is this?</span><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare; either way </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">I don't wanna wake up from you</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">. Somebody pinch me, </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">your love's too good to be true</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">. My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere as long as you're here. I'll be floating on air 'cause you're my sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare; either way I don't wanna wake up from you.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I mention you when I say my prayers, I wrap you around all of my thoughts. Boy, you're my temporary high. </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">I wish that when I wake up you're there to wrap your arms around me for real and tell me you'll stay by side</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">.</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">Tattoo your name across my heart </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">so it will remain</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);">. Not even death can make us part... What kind of dream is this?</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare; either way </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">I don't wanna wake up from you</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">. Somebody pinch me, </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">your love's too good to be true</span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">. My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere as long as you're here. I'll be floating on air 'cause you're my sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare; either way I don't wanna wake up from you.</span><br /></span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-73753736208569590852010-04-18T18:55:00.002-03:002010-04-18T19:09:55.967-03:00<span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;">Baby, how you doing? You know I'm gonna cut right to the chase, huh? Some women were made. But me, myself? I like to think that I was created for a special purpose, you know? What's more special than you?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;">It's on baby, let's get lost. You don't need to call in to work 'cause you're the boss. For real, want you to show me how you feel. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I consider myself lucky</span>, that's a big deal. Why? Well, <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">you got the key to my heart</span> but you ain't gonna need it. I'd rather you open up my body and show me secrets you didn't know was inside; no need for me to lie.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;">Usually I'm humble, right now I don't choose. You can leave with me or you could have the blues. Some call it arrogant, I call it confident. You decide when you find out what I'm working with. Damn, I know I'm killing you with them legs. Better yet, them thighs. Matter of fact it's my smile, or maybe my eyes? Boy, <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">you're a sight to see... kinda something like <span style="font-weight: bold;">me</span></span>.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mediacation.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/beyonce-single-ladies-photo-1_430x257shkl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 257px;" src="http://mediacation.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/beyonce-single-ladies-photo-1_430x257shkl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">It's too big, it's too wide, it's too strong, it won't fit. It's too much, it's too tough. He talk like this 'cause he can back it up: he got a big ego, such a huge ego. But <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I love his big ego</span>, it's too much. He walk like this 'cause he can back it up.</span><br /></span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-48410194143552673152010-04-13T22:03:00.000-03:002010-04-13T22:05:25.684-03:00Digámosle <span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span></span> al estudio tan temprano :(<br />Qué horror, las primeras pruebas.Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-46455364908557432712010-04-13T21:02:00.003-03:002010-06-05T23:56:26.311-03:00<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >7.13.07</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">When my daughter received my letter, she decided to look to the King to learn about love like I encouraged her to. She fell deeply in love with what she found, and the change in her was amazing. When I asked her about any romance in her life, she said that she had asked the King to pick her husband. She explained that she was going to stay asleep in regard to romance until The King of Love itself decided to wake her. A year later, she revealed that the King came to her to say that it was almost time to arise for a new morning. Sure enough, he woke her up and introduced her to a valiant, young soldier of the King's. Another year later, she wrote me, saying that this man had asked her to be his bride. When she said yes, he kissed her for the first time. She said "That night I felt like I had become something... treasured... different". She had never felt anything more passionate in all her life than the deep slow burn of waiting on him to lead her. The wedding was glorious.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><u><span style="font-size:100%;">Treasure</span></u></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><u></u></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Can I tell you a story</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> as we dance while the sun starts to bleed?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Song of songs love is calling,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> daughter, wake up from your sleep.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Refined, I’ll become the most dazzling precious treasure,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I’ll be treasured over all the earth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Bearing the gift of a new heart,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> patience ablaze, I’m slowly burning.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Refined, I’ll become the most dazzling precious treasure,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I’ll be treasured over all the Earth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Refined, I’ll become the most dazzling precious treasure,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I’ll be treasured over all the Earth.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I am in awe and in shock,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I’m in love and given away,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I’m reserved with these words.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Can I tell you a story</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> as we dance while the sun starts to bleed?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Trees rejoice with the wind here,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Hallelujah, Yeshua.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Tonight, I’ve become the most dazzling precious treasure,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I am treasured over all the Earth.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Just look at what he’s done</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> How he’s laying down his life,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Take this life, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">most dazzling precious treasure.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> Tonight, I’ve become the most dazzling precious treasure,</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I am treasured over all the Earth.</span></span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-60239237589698313272010-04-08T20:55:00.002-03:002010-04-08T21:02:20.537-03:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You're a song written by the hands of God.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Don't get me wrong, because this might sound to you a bit odd:</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">but you own the place where </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: georgia;">all my thoughts go hiding</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">,</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">and right under your clothes is where I find them.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Because of you I forgot the smart ways to lie.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Because of you I'm </span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">running out of reasons</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"> to cry</span>.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">When the friends are gone, when the party's over...</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">we will still </span><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">belong to each other</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I love you </span><span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">more than all that's on the planet</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">;</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">moving, talking, walking, breathing.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">You know it's true; baby, it's so funny you almost don't believe it.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">As every voice is hanging from the silence,</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">lamps are hanging from the ceiling.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Like a lady tied to her manners,</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I'm tied up to this feeling.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Underneath your clothes there's an endless story.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> There's </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"><span style="font-family: courier new;">the man I chose</span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">, there's </span><span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">my territory</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">.</span>
<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> And all the things I deserve for being such a good girl, honey</span> </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><3</span>.
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<br /></div>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-36786814317415221862010-04-04T02:01:00.003-03:002010-04-04T02:33:19.044-03:00<blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" >My hands are searching for you.<br />My arms are outstretched towards you.<br />I feel you on my fingertips.<br />My tongue dances behind my lips for you.<br />This fire rising through my being, burning.<br />I'm alive, I can feel you all around me.<br />Thickening the air I'm breathing.<br />Holding on to what I'm feeling.<br />Savoring this heart that's healing.<br />My hands float up above me<br />and you whisper you love me.<br />And I begin to fade into our secret place.<br />The music makes me sway,<br />the angels singing say we are alone with you.<br />I am alone and they are too with you.<br />Take my hand, I give it to you.<br />Now you own me, all I am.<br />You said you would never leave me...<br />I believe you, I believe.</span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-53367795953892992892010-04-04T00:38:00.002-03:002010-04-04T00:50:36.172-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTZJm1Z5eru1EYsC22c6n6qS4NlcWDxUZFM_AYAWV4MrYIiylEmjlQP8sVQ1dCIzpBRsnFwa6tpvqlQCILIcsmCQaoDNuMqDbmmsOxOQHzRhBVnocaAviBX3Ml1IdzJRrq8AOJAFsXAo/s1600/lillix.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 169px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOTZJm1Z5eru1EYsC22c6n6qS4NlcWDxUZFM_AYAWV4MrYIiylEmjlQP8sVQ1dCIzpBRsnFwa6tpvqlQCILIcsmCQaoDNuMqDbmmsOxOQHzRhBVnocaAviBX3Ml1IdzJRrq8AOJAFsXAo/s200/lillix.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456124661191475202" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm never gonna be what you want to see</span>, always gotta be me and free. Right or wrong, you'll be gone. I've heard it all before and <span style="font-size:130%;">I'm tired of the lies</span>. I don't think that you know, I'm about to let you go. Before I put you away, one more thing I've got to say:<br />I'm not sorry and I don't wanna worry. <span style="font-size:130%;">I'm sick of you again</span>, <span style="font-size:130%;">I'm thinking no</span>. I'm not sorry and I don't wanna worry of falling behind; don't wanna wonder and cry again.<br />I have thrown it all away reaching over a cloudy day and I'm on my way. <span style="font-size:130%;">Cast my shadows all aside</span>, creeping over into the sky. Shining brighter I feel alive.<br />I'm never gonna be what you wanna see, always gotta be me and free. Living on, <span style="font-size:130%;">with you gone</span>!Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-29292773803958286882010-04-03T22:58:00.002-03:002010-04-04T00:38:44.348-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/CHkbOViGj-Wn6w5z0s-hW1wnfuWgWq9kPcWQeWc-rgtK2Rh-ZQ6BOCMoVHkBEDMU3uOQU8d7lDQsu6bKGbTb9aozjOyUPjc4/873000638.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/CHkbOViGj-Wn6w5z0s-hW1wnfuWgWq9kPcWQeWc-rgtK2Rh-ZQ6BOCMoVHkBEDMU3uOQU8d7lDQsu6bKGbTb9aozjOyUPjc4/873000638.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >That</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">was the day that I promised I'd never sing of love, if it does not exist. Well, darling, you are <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >the only exception</span>. Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul that love never lasts. And we've got to find other ways to make it alone or keep a straight face. And I've always lived like this, keeping a comfortable distance. And up until now I sworn to myself that I'm content with loneliness, because none of it was ever worth the risk; you are <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:times new roman;" >the only exception</span>.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've got a tight grip on reality but I can't let go of what's in front of me here. I know you're leaving in the morning when you wake up, <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">leave me with some kind of proof it's</span> <u><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">not a dream</span></u></span>.</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:courier new;" >You are the only exception</span>, and I'm on my way to <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">believing</span>.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">♥</span>.Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-80687477629222617722010-03-24T16:37:00.002-03:002010-03-24T16:48:11.585-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://api.ning.com/files/DN63O3X8BOzk9zHUo4*F3qZGqcvCfcrQv3udcSgV6kVsJtrOI8P4Hfayfp2mwG5YM1d8d-Kn9ChF8XguOx*MayLj-q-10UVk/flyleaf.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 295px;" src="http://api.ning.com/files/DN63O3X8BOzk9zHUo4*F3qZGqcvCfcrQv3udcSgV6kVsJtrOI8P4Hfayfp2mwG5YM1d8d-Kn9ChF8XguOx*MayLj-q-10UVk/flyleaf.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I love the way that </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >your heart breaks</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> with every injustice and deadly fate. Praying it all will be new and living like it all depends on you.</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Love that you're never satisfied with face value wisdom and happy lies. You take what they say and go back and cry. You're </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >so close to me</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> that you nearly died.</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">They don't have to understand you, wait and know </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >I understand you</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">.</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;">Here you are </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >down on your knees</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> again, trying to find air to breathe again; and only surrender will help you now.</span><br /></div>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-25675363206138687942010-03-20T01:13:00.002-03:002010-03-20T01:32:13.848-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i40.tinypic.com/29bk56w.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 162px;" src="http://i40.tinypic.com/29bk56w.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>
<br /><p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"So ready for this to be the end, for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started. You’re ready to give up everything".
<br /></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"It’s not the end, <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">it’s the beginning</span>".<a href="http://www.twilight-quotes.com/characters/swan-bella">
<br /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"I’m not worth it".<a href="http://www.twilight-quotes.com/characters/cullen-edward">
<br /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Do you remember when you told me that I didn’t see myself very clearly? <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">You obviously have the same blindness</span>".<a href="http://www.twilight-quotes.com/characters/swan-bella">
<br /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"You can’t really believe that I would give in so easily".</span>
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"A girl can dream".<a href="http://www.twilight-quotes.com/characters/swan-bella">
<br /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?"
<br /></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"Mostly I dream about <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">being with you forever</span>".<a href="http://www.twilight-quotes.com/characters/swan-bella">
<br /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"I will stay with you — isn’t that enough?"<a href="http://www.twilight-quotes.com/characters/cullen-edward">
<br /></a></span></p> <p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">I love you more than everything else in the world combined</span>. Isn’t that enough?"<a href="http://www.twilight-quotes.com/characters/swan-bella"></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></span></p><p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>"Yes, it is enough. Enough for forever".</span></p><p>
<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Twilight</span>, Epilogue, p.497-498</span></span></p><p>
<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">Un mes <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><3</span> , no hay muchas palabras que puedan describir este día. "<span style="font-style: italic;">Te amo</span>" son las que más se acercan.<span style="font-style: italic;">
<br /></span></span></p>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-58625661790767942392010-03-17T20:07:00.002-03:002010-03-17T20:11:11.607-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >H</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" >R</span><span style="font-family:verdana;">o</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">c<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >k</span></span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">S </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">m</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">y</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">W</span><span style="font-style: italic;">o</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">r</span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">l</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">D</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">.</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBE918VQWyV_oRRkPNYO8CTCHJtjghM3QFJ0eQKo61PZLW1GaB8nlmUHNm-LEvwhenuX2goClIwp5wZ4skOdMWpcLC404o7VGjZr_fI3Wbu5S-22teJ1QM51IP-SbSBvuJj4AJM8hsc4/s1600-h/24938_1389975987125_1163864567_31158635_2947621_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 186px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBE918VQWyV_oRRkPNYO8CTCHJtjghM3QFJ0eQKo61PZLW1GaB8nlmUHNm-LEvwhenuX2goClIwp5wZ4skOdMWpcLC404o7VGjZr_fI3Wbu5S-22teJ1QM51IP-SbSBvuJj4AJM8hsc4/s200/24938_1389975987125_1163864567_31158635_2947621_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449744077958928402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">3 days</span></span>.<br /></div>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-62628707289272021342010-03-15T23:06:00.002-03:002010-03-15T23:10:26.682-03:00—Todo va a salir bien, Wanda. Sé que encontraremos el camino.<br />—Te quiero de verdad, Ian —[...] Sabía que lo recordaría y que acabaría entendiéndolo más tarde—. Te quiero con toda mi alma.<br />—Yo también te quiero de verdad, Wanderer mía.<br />Buscó mi cara con la suya hasta que encontró mis labios, y me besó, lenta y tiernamente [...].<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">The Host</span>; p. 724-725</span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-73793588073801992972010-03-15T22:36:00.002-03:002010-03-15T23:04:12.776-03:00—No llores, Wanda, no llores. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Te quedas conmigo</span>.<br />—Ocho vidas completas —susurré contra su mandibula con la voz rota—. Ocho vidas y nunca encontré a nadie por quien quedarme en un planeta, nadie a quien seguir cuando ellos se hubiesen ido. Nunca encontré un compañero. ¿Por qué ahora? ¿Por qué tú? Tú no eres de mi especie, ¿cómo vas a ser mi compañero?<br />—<span style="font-weight: bold;">El universo es extraño</span> —murmuró.<br />[...]<br />¿Cómo podía encontrar el amor precisamente ahora, en el último momento, para luego tener que abandonarlo? ¿Era justo que no pudiese conciliar mi cuerpo y mi alma? [...] ¿Era justo que Ian sufriera? Si había alguien que merecía la felicidad, <span style="font-weight: bold;">ese era él</span>. No era ni justo ni correcto, ni siquiera... <i>sensato</i>. [...]<br />—<span style="font-weight: bold;">Te quiero</span> —susurré[...]—. Yo, el alma llamada Wanderer, te quiero, humano Ian. Y eso no cambiaraá nunca, no importa en qué me convierta [...]. No importa que sea un delfín, o un oso, o una flor: <span style="font-weight: bold;">siempre te amaré</span>, <span style="font-weight: bold;">siempre te recordaré</span>. Serás <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">mi único compañero</span>.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" ><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">The Host</span>; p. 710-711</span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-33142695090437093442010-03-14T19:12:00.002-03:002010-03-14T19:17:13.394-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.galeriade.com/Maquedano/data/media/2/Gothic_Sad_Princess_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 139px;" src="http://www.galeriade.com/Maquedano/data/media/2/Gothic_Sad_Princess_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Tell me that I won't feel a </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><u><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">thin</span></u></span></span><u></u></span><u><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ></span></span></u><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" ></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">g</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">.</span></span></span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-38630790135876812182010-03-14T03:44:00.001-03:002010-03-14T03:47:29.258-03:00save me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs082.snc3/15026_1373653386959_1400527968_31052218_5645425_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 168px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs082.snc3/15026_1373653386959_1400527968_31052218_5645425_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's not so easy loving me...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">It gets so complicated all the things you've gotta be.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Everything's changing but you're the truth.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I'm amazed by all your patience, everything I put you through.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">When I'm about to fall somehow you're always waiting with your open arms to catch me.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">You're gonna save me from myself.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">My love is tainted by your touch because some guys have shown me aces but you've got that royal flush.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I know it's crazy everyday...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Well, tomorrow may be shaky but you never turn away.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">Don't ask me why I'm crying, because when I start to crumble you know how to keep me smiling.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">You always save me from myself.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">I know it's hard, it's hard...</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">But you've broken all my walls, you've been my strength, so strong.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">And don't ask me why I love you, it's obvious your tenderness is what I need to make me a better woman to myself.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">You're gonna save me from myself.</span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-34724382971879731872010-03-13T00:11:00.002-03:002010-03-13T00:17:35.671-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1vu3iEBoSY/SGXoSg64HvI/AAAAAAAANbw/Pzxfc9nnzCU/s400/MILEY+7+THINGS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D1vu3iEBoSY/SGXoSg64HvI/AAAAAAAANbw/Pzxfc9nnzCU/s400/MILEY+7+THINGS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And compared to all the great things that would take too long to write, I probably should mention the seven that I like...</span>
<br /> <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">The seven things I like about you:</span></span>
<br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> Your <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);">hair</span>, your <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">eyes</span>, your <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);">old Levi's</span>, and when <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);">we kiss</span> I'm hypnotized. You make me <span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">laugh</span>, you make me <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">cry</span>... but I guess that's both I'll have to buy. Your <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">hand in mine</span>, when we're intertwined everything's alright. I want to be with the one I know...</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And the seventh thing I like the most that you do... <span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">You make me love you</span>.</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">You do </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><3</span>.
<br /></div>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-42295141753248217372010-03-12T23:55:00.002-03:002010-03-13T00:06:07.417-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3000000/Bella-Edward-Deviant-Art-twilight-series-3036809-800-622.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 201px;" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3000000/Bella-Edward-Deviant-Art-twilight-series-3036809-800-622.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:times new roman;">But you think that I can't see what kind of man that you are...</span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"> If you're a </span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" >man</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> at all. </span> <span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />Well, I will figure this one out on my own.</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I'm screaming "</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:times new roman;" >I love you so</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"; my thoughts you can't <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: georgia;">decode</span>.</span></span></div>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-651875158912714076.post-57615462501694906302010-03-12T20:05:00.002-03:002010-03-12T20:19:35.033-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ33WoJcq824jlpHhyCeFxgcowxr472aSqR9SyXCoSYp2LEpzNbF_sZn8lFZcEQBMOQ9CB73fR0eASr7GnWOK5pZ3YZWs27pplKO59qmOeuou8p4ZwFtNM-zjIn5C8Y_euOrFyswGSD3A/s320/elizabethtown.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ33WoJcq824jlpHhyCeFxgcowxr472aSqR9SyXCoSYp2LEpzNbF_sZn8lFZcEQBMOQ9CB73fR0eASr7GnWOK5pZ3YZWs27pplKO59qmOeuou8p4ZwFtNM-zjIn5C8Y_euOrFyswGSD3A/s320/elizabethtown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">I'm</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">impossible</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">to</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">forget</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">,</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">but</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> I'</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">m hard </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">to reme</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">mber.</span></span>Mila ♥http://www.blogger.com/profile/12633482941011635430noreply@blogger.com0