Monday, February 13, 2012



It's me and my Baby! ♥ So what we get drunk ? So what we smoke weed ?
I love this so much. I love HIM SOOOOO MUCH >:D


#We really did found love in a HOPEFUL place :)))))))

Staring; Socrates Soto Bedrejo & Kimberly Recimo Sollano ♥.♥


Dear Babe,

You are my king and my prince. You are my knight in shining armor. We have so much in common. I am so glad we like the same things. I can't believe you were ever shy but I am glad you broke out of your shell before you met me.

I know you have been hurt in the past and I will never hurt you like that. I am yours and you are mine forever and always. I want to die loving you. I want you to be the last man I ever kiss. I hate that we broke up that one time but I think it made up realize what we lost. I cherish each and every day with you. You are the first thing I think of in the morning and the last thing at night. I love to hear you laugh, see you smile and watch you eat. You have a way about you. You are irresistible to me and I don't know how anyone could let you go. I know I never will.

I didn't used to be romantic but you bring it out of me. You have taught me so much and I admire your strength. The thing I love most about you is how you can change my mood from sad to happy. I love going places with you. I am yours for as long as you will have me.

Love always,

Kimberly Recimo Sollano ♥

Saturday, February 11, 2012



That feeling when you have someone you really love that can't love you back. It's kinda hurtful to see him/her with someone else and you are jealous cause you just can't have that person no matter how hard you put an effort.
All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.
I do my thing and you do yours. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, then it is beautiful. If not, it can't be helped.


When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come to the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than any talent for abstract, positive thinking.