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THIS IS AMAZING
Dio lo amo
Wow. Lo amo .❤
dio buddah quant e’ bello.
best post ever omg
BRAD PITT ABOUT HIS WIFE :
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, she was poking her head, and 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 and to hug her. I began to shower her with flowers, kisses and compliments. I surprised and pleased her every minute. I gave her a lot of gifts and 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 CAN love that much.
And then I realized one thing: the woman is the reflection of her man.
If you love her to the point of madness, she will become it.
Literally crying at this it’s so beautiful
I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of myself, dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless road to war, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer - not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But upon an unfortunate series of events I saw those dreams dashed and divides like a million stars in the night sky, that I wished on, over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted then losing it, to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why - but there´s no use to talking to people that have a home. They have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lie your head. I was always and unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing to north. No fixed personality, just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide, as wavering as the ocean… and if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way I’d be lying. Because I was going to be the other woman, I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it. That pushes me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzled me.
Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people, and finally I did, on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore - expect to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun. I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road, and my motto is the same as ever; I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life fro yourself where you can experience them? I have… I’m fucking crazy… but I am free.
¿Por qué, amor, cuando expiro demasiado, de mí te burlas? Llévate esa hermosa doncella tan ardiente y tan graciosa que por mi oscuro asilo has asomado.
En tiempo más feliz, yo supe osado extender mi palabra artificiosa como una red, y en ella, temblorosa, más de una de tus aves, he cazado.
Hoy de mí mis rivales hacen juego, cobardes, atacándome en gavilla, y libre yo mi presa al aire entrego;
al inerme león el asno humilla …
Vuélveme, amor, mi juventud, y luego tú mismo a mis rivales acaudilla.