~Just passing by ~: Roller coster

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Roller coster

Life is like a roller coaster,
some times you enjoy it some time you just want it to stop.
But the best thing is to hold on and let it take you where you want to go.

I'm kinda feeling down
these days, sorry for not posting that much.
Hope you guys are having a better long weekend then me. :)

<3 Memi

2 comments:

MichelleFebruary 22, 2012 at 9:49 PM
hello! I saw that you were following me so thankyou very much! and since you are following me i am now one of your followers as well so yay for you! lol and i think your blog is really cool!
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MemiFebruary 26, 2012 at 1:11 PM
<3 thank you so much!! I really like your blog!!!
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" Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who
calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen
to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the
boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you
are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re
just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how
much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his
friends and says, thats her... "

"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. Your mother
and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when
all the pretty blossoms had fallen from our branches we found that we were one
tree and not two." -St. Augustine