Kiss , is something you do out of intense love , its a way of expressing love , when words fail , just like photographs , they speak more than 1000 words could. This is an amazing similarity between both a Kiss & a Photo. This is a perfect challenge theme. I was a bit confused as in which one to go with , but finally I chose this one.
My little cousin , who has a thing for bunnys , lolz, and when she sees one ,even a toy , she is like kisses & all , it is her way to express her feelings , how much she adores them. So this one is for her innocent love , she doesn’t even know she is expressing her love for them , & makes it seem even more cute ^_^
my sweet little golu ❤
When I was sixteen I dreamt a photograph of balloons in the sky, inflatables of color illuminating the sky with its sheer boldness to be seen. floating up and filling these lungs with helium, breathe in , why don’t you float a little too my dear.
When I was little my favorite bracelet was a balloon tied around my wrist. when the greatest devastation was awakening the next morning to find it at the foot of my bed, lifeless, but still bright. like a tease that maybe it could still make it and fly and I would stand on top of the bed and drop it, watching the descent back down. and it would bounce softly a few times, a delicate loss it was.
Sometimes it’s nice to pull the covers over yourself and hide from the world for a while, sometimes you don’t want to be seen. You don’t want to be bold. The thoughts inside begin to explode like balloons that go off in the sky but we never see that part of the story.
When I was little I would wave them goodbye, say hello to the moon for me.
It is difficult to turn around once you turn on yourself. Sometimes we try and try knowing that it is not our hardest and we do not know why we hold back from the world. maybe in the end there looms catastrophe so we leave a little behind. you can get really close to the edge and still fall over. we have seen our train wreck in the eyes of others. it is not a look that is easily forgotten.