My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met.
Rodney Dangerfield

When a man brings his wife flores for no reason, there's a reason.
Molly McGee

Always get married early in the morning. That way, if it doesn't work out, you haven't wasted a whole day.
Mickey Rooney

In olden times, sacrifices were made at the altar, a practice that still continues.
Helen Rowland

Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, then when you see what the other fellow has, you wish you had ordered that.
Unknown

I think men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for marriage. They've experienced pain and bought jewelry.
Rita Rudner

I can`t no mais breathe
my wings are broken.
I feel the lonelineless inside me
my coração is bleeding
it breakes into million pieces
like a mirror
they cut in my skin.

you told me
don`t forget me beautiful lady
and I say
I will never let you gone
holding you
loving you
a feather flies around


I feel your warm hand on my neck
beijar you my angel boy
don`t fly away


written por swagkathi


on december the 18th Kim jonghyun is gone
he let a big hole in our hearts
we will loving you forever and don`t forget you
•ღ♥*—-*♥ღ•’´¯)•ღ♥*—-*♥ღ•’´¯)•ღ♥*—-*♥ღ•’´¯)

💝Rest in peace Jonghyun💝


•ღ♥*—-*♥ღ•’´¯)•ღ♥*—-*♥ღ•’´¯)•ღ♥*—-*♥ღ•’´¯)

I wondered if you could hear my coração in your sleep,
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when you wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.

I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
Or maybe it's all just a dream.

But when I declared "I amor you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.

So my uncle told me this joke and I HAD to post it:

So two blondes walk into a bar and sit at the counter. They order drinks, high five, and yell "Three months!" They finish their drinks and repeat.
The bartender is curious and asks, "What does 'three months' mean?"
One blonde explains. "You see, we bought a puzzle and it said on the front '3-6 years', but we finished it in three months!"

Got to be the dumbest blondes on earth!

Lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala.

Have you ever just stood there looking into o espaço wondering why its not you who has the pretty face people say your ugly and just dont belong but they cant tell you who to do be your face is not right or wrong your pretty in your own way its not them who makes your dia be happy for who you are your pretty within your coração and soul you have happy self control you only get once chance at life you happiness has no price stay the way you are no body can tell you who to be.

(hello people i am mais happy now ok so i did another poem and it was actualy happy this time)