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an ideal date would be eating takeout dinner in our pjs while watching Netflix and you play with my hair
Hungary Day 6, my life here is basically work work work work work. i teach english during the day, and then meetings and lesson plannings till i pass out. today we finally had a break from work and went to this water park. i purchased fried dougnats for around 1.50 USD and honestly.. it was one of the best things i ever ate. soooo delicious! that made up for all my work this week. really tired, work again trm. nighty night!
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“My wife got sick. She was constantly nervous because of problems at work, personal life, her failures and children. She lost 30 pounds and weighted about 90 pounds. She got very skinny and was constantly crying. She was not a happy woman. She had suffered from continuing headaches, heart pain and jammed nerves in her back and ribs. She did not sleep well, falling asleep only in the mornings and got tired very quickly during the day. Our relationship was on the verge of a break up. Her beauty was leaving her somewhere, she had bags under her eyes, and she stopped taking care of herself. She refused to shoot the films and rejected any role. I lost hope and thought that we’ll get divorced soon… But then I decided to act. After all I’ve got the most beautiful woman on earth. She is the idol of more than half of men and women on earth, and I was the one allowed to fall asleep next to her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute i could. I gave her a lot of gifts and i lived just for her. I spoke in public only about her. I incorporated all themes in her direction. I praised her in front of her own and our mutual friends. You won’t believe it, but she blossomed. She became better. She gained weight, was no longer nervous and loved me even more than ever. I had no clue that she could love that much. And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.” ~ Brad Pitt about Angelina Jolie
Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are,
where you come from, what your family
They will look through your
photographs and read all of your poems.
They will come over for dinner and
speak to your mother about how their
curiosity has taught them things of use
to her. They will ask you to rant when
you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow
meant. They will want to know your
favorite food, your favorite color, you
favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay
attention to that band you love in case
there’s a show near by, they will get you
the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll
learn to cook your
The curious people don’t settle for your
shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what
makes you uneasy, what makes you
scream for joy, and anger, and
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say?
What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one
because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
They will dissect your every limb, every
organ, every thought, every being.
“There’s a curiosity in you that will move
mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for
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