Poiché non esistono due individui perfettamente uguali, ci sarà una sola determinata donna che corrisponderà nel modo più perfetto ad un determinato uomo. La vera passione d'amore è tanto rara quanto il caso che quei due s'incontrino.
Ti porto ai concerti, quelli belli, quelli con le migliaia di persone, quelli che parti la mattina presto e stai tutto il giorno in piedi e ci portiamo la pizza con la mortadella e dieci bottiglie di acqua frizzante di cui la metà è destinata a diventare calda e imbevibile, quelli dove si arriva ad un certo punto in cui si pensa di tornare a casa, quelli che quando si spengono le luci parte il boato, quelli dei baci durante il pezzo più bello della canzone più famosa, quelli che puntualmente ti capita quello alto due metri davanti.
Ti porto a suonare ai citofoni e a scappare, e ad avere il fiatone dopo cento metri, scherzare sull’età che non abbiamo più pur sapendo di essere ancora giovani, pur sapendo che il mondo può essere ancora nostro, che possiamo ancora dare qualcosa.
Ti porto alle serate estive, quelle verso le otto e mezza, col crepuscolo e le cicale, una bella terrazza, le famiglie che rientrano dal mare, e l’odore di frittura di pesce, ti porto in quei momenti in cui forse sarebbe il caso di andare a casa a dormire ma poi ci viene un’idea, ci viene da andare da qualche parte ancora, e rimontiamo in macchina, i tuoi pantaloncini corti, la mia maglietta larga, le tue fasce per capelli, le mie Vans, i baci di sfuggita per non distrarsi dalla guida, tra i semafori di Roma e il basso iniziale di “She” dei Green Day.
Ti porto al mare, nelle spiagge attrezzate, a litigarsi l’ombra, a contendersi l’ultimo panino con le melanzane e il Galbanino, a condurre dibattiti sull’eterna lotta tra il thè al limone e quello alla pesca, ti porto tra gli scogli a sentire le onde che si infrangono come tutti i pregiudizi che ho sempre avuto sull’amore.
Ti porto negli abitacoli con l’aria condizionata rotta e i finestrini tirati giù, tutti e quattro, davanti e dietro, maledire i rallentamenti sull’autostrada che ci fanno rimanere fermi e boccheggianti, seguire le tue indicazioni stradali che arrivano troppo tardi quando c’è da girare a destra o a sinistra, ricalcolo percorso, orario di arrivo posticipato e non me ne importa comunque niente.
Ti porto dentro, ti porto addosso.
Ti porto a quelle feste in spiaggia dove c’è la musica di merda e i cocktail annacquati, ti porto agli sguardi d’intesa che vogliono dire che la nostra comparsa l’abbiamo fatta e possiamo andarcene, ti porto ai litigi e agli insulti pesanti, al fare la pace per colpa di una battuta detta al momento che ti accenna un sorriso che vorresti reprimere per orgoglio ma non ci riesci.
Ti porto nell’umidità di Trastevere alle dieci di sera di un giovedì qualunque, tra i senegalesi che suonano i tamburi e un musicista cinquantenne che guadagna qualche soldo suonando gli assoli di David Gilmour, ti porto a raccontarci quello che vorremmo fare da grandi, ti porto a domandarci se alla fine ce la faremo, ti porto a risponderci “Si, purchè insieme.”
Che insieme a te, ne sono sicuro, mi riuscirebbe bene tutto.
Credo che noi due ci conosciamo da sempre, sai perchè?
Quando c'é stato il Big Bang tutti gli atomi dell'universo si sono uniti in un minuscolo puntino che poi è esploso.
Quindi i miei atomi e i tuoi atomi erano sicuramente insieme e chissá, magari si sono uniti diverse volte negli ultimi 13,7 miliardi di anni.
I miei atomi conoscono i tuoi atomi.
Li conoscono sin dall'inizio.
I miei atomi hanno sempre amato i tuoi atomi.
SINCE JANUARY FIRST 2015 TO TODAY, DECEMBER 28TH 2015 I HAVE DOCUMENTED EVERY DINGLE FUCKIGN MEME THAT WAS WIDESPREAD ON THIS GOD FORESAKEN WEBSITE, and yes I may not have been all scientific about it like some other people, but guess what this was a years worth of work and if this doesnt get some notes i ‘m going to scream
so, the memes of 2015, in a sort of chronological order but not for all of them:
year of neon genisis evangelion
Actually the entire brady bunch movie
reverse rick rolling
Miyazaki talking shit bout stuff (which tbh tho otaku culture is really messing up japan as a whole so this is sort of a serious thing idk man)
FUCKIGN LEFT SHARK
captain america civil war
i’m a jaded teenage girl. i’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t even dream of. you think life is hardd? try asking the cutest guy in the grade out in the middle of the cafeteria only to find out he had a fucking girlfriend.
Innapropiate audition songs
kAKASHI FROM ACCOUNTING CLASS (STILL CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS AN ACTUAL MEME HOLY SHIT)
Dick cheney made money off the Iraq war
idk if this counts but the gold and white/black and blue dress seems to be getting big UPDATE: THIS MEME FUCKING GOT OFF THE INTERNET AND INTO MY FUCKING SCHOOL IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS. THE ENTIRE SCHOOL WAS TALKING ABOUT IT. WE HAD AN IN CLASS DISCUSSION ABOUT IT WITH TEACHERS INVOLVED. AT THE END OF THE TALENT SHOW TODAY THEY HAD A PHOTO OF THE DRESS WITH THE WORDS “Thank you for coming!” ON IT. I’M SO FUCKING MAD
if you’re reading this it’s too late
WALUIGI = HALLEJUAH
*looks at smudged writing on hand*
Hoe don’t do it… Oh my god
Uptown funk counts as a meme
The thing with all the emojis and send this to ten people
FUCKING COPPY I HATE THAT BITCH FUCK U @STAFF UF UCKING RUIN EVERYTHING
jet fuel can’t melt steel beams
Taking the text from like a TV show title and editing it to say new shit. I don’t even know if this meme has a name.
garnet, amethyst, and (thing that isn’t pearl)
Russia made memes illegal (I am gay gay gay I like long big cocks)
Paul Blart Mall Cop
*opens buzzfeed* … *closes buzzfeed*
sonic for real justice DOWN WITH MOD AMY. JUSTICE FOR MOD SILVER
barber: what you want –> barber: say no more
take me to snurch (snail church)
snake people, or sneople (two seperate memes)
She called me ugly I said “bitch swhere” she said “Under all that makeup” i said “bITCH SWHERE????!!!”
“HEY SPLASH! YOU FEEL GUUUDD I feel fucking hot. PISS MY POINT AND I STRIGN TOT THE RAP WHEN I WIN I WIWDOW IWNIODANAFLASGAIGHASDFGAH”
mcfreakin lose it
down with cis
just gals being pals
where you live you’re first language what you call this [then an image]
you’re a kid you’re a squid
knife sharpening truck
me: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my selｆ 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right thereright there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠＯOOＯOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
cheeky nandos with the lads
anti coleslaw (coleslaw is great but everyone hates it apparently)
JUST DO IT DON’T LET YOUR DREAMS STAY DREAMS. YESTERDYA, YOU SAID TOMMOROW
like is there a college aged woman who thinks quasadillas are a mystery?
cute gender neuteral terms for your partner
the author of the journals… my brother
siri what’s 0 divided by 0
the jurrassic world scene with chriss pratt being ike “k stay back” to the dinosaurs
WHAT ARE THOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE
The gif with rihanna flipping her hand and wiking
minion hate (srsly tho they’re everywhere and i hate it)
BUSH DID 9/11
if there were two guys on the moon and one killed the other with a rock would that be fucked up or what
me, shoving breadsticks into purse: sorry i have to leave right now immediately
Sapete cosa? Che se ne vada a fare in culo l’amore che voi considerate perfetto.
E i regali e le chat e i soprannomi e i selfie insieme e le uscite a coppie e i post sui social e stronzate così.
L’amore più bello è quello tenuto segreto, che si gusta nel silenzio della notte, che si sussurra guardandosi negli occhi, che si vive assaporando ogni istante come se non esistesse nulla all’ infuori di esso, e come se non esisterà dopo.
I took the tea from my best friends hands and rested in the chair that sat opposite the window. As I took small sips I watched small groups of people walk past; some of them already clearly drunk, some just starting their night out. Cassie, Jaime and I still had another 3 hours before we could go out to town.
Tying the lace on my Doc Martins I adored the small tattoos that crawled up the outside of my leg. Each of them delicately hand drawn by Jamie and Cassie. I was mesmerized by the beautiful artwork when an unusual voice echoed through the room. “Hi, uh I booked an appointment for a tattoo. Obviously.” Who the fuck told winnie the pooh to get a tattoo.
I looked up to see a tall, 6"2 maybe 3, man stood at the counter. He was dressed in mostly all black and his hair swept to the side as if he never left his emo phase. A beautiful black leather jacket covered his broad shoulders and a black t-shirt hung off his body. Cassie was already talking him through the process before and after his tattoo. “You must be Dan” I interrupted, offering my hand. He seemed polite and took hold of my hand shaking it a little. “I’m y/n. I think I’m doing your tattoo today.” I couldn’t be more pleased that this man would be my last tattoo of the day.
After a little small talk we walked over to the tattoo chair where all of my equipment was. “So this is the tattoo you want?” I asked pointing to a small crumpled piece of paper he handed me earlier. He nodded his head and removed the jacket. I couldn’t help but be hypnotized by the definition in his upper arms. He was surprising me with everything he did.
I rolled up the sleeve of my laced dress and pulled the metal trolley closer to me. As I lifted my head I saw how Dans eyes had widened at the sight of my arm. Before snapping him out of his trance I searched his eyes. They were like pools of chocolate, capable of trapping anyone. “Dan” I laughed bringing him from his fascination. He shook his head a little and pointed at my forearm.
“They’re amazing” he said in awe.
“Thanks” I laughed looking down at the words and pictures that coated my skin. A thick rose vine swirled around my arm making its way to my shoulder. Petals and thorns rained off the vine. Some replaced by lyrics that caught my heart, some replaced by skulls that caught my mind.
The small purple marker traced over the simple pattern that I previously coppied. Dan let out a small chuckle as the pen ran over his soft slightly tanned skin.
My hair swung behind my back as I wipped the cold blue cream off the inside of his arm. I couldn’t believe the softness of his skin. “This shouldn’t hurt too much by the way. Just thought I’d reassure you.” I laughed before taking the tattoo iron in my more dominant hand. “Okay?” I checked when his breath hitched. He nodded his head and I began guiding the needles.
Five minutes past and he seemed to adjust to the small pain. “So what’s the reason behind your tattoo?” I questioned as I continued tracing the pokeball. “There’s no deep reason for it” he laughed again, “I’m just a huge nerd basically. I’ve always played pokemon so why not be a huge nerd and go all the way.” He finished his sentence with a giggle realising how dorky he sounded.
“What about yours” he sounded curious about the ink that made a home on my body. I thought about what to explain first; the rose vine that he noticed earlier, the butterflies that flew up my neck, the pocket watch on my chest.
I decided to explain the meaning behind the pocket watch as it was the most absurd tattoo on me. “Well this is uh… basically I’m a huge fan of Alice In Wonderland and somethings that everyone recognises from it are the pocket watch, the hat which is further under my dress, and the eat me cake and drink me potion which you can see parts of out of my dress.” I finished explaining, managing to never take my eyes off Dans tattoo.
Leaning back in my chair I placed the iron back on the metal table. I wipped away the ink that surrounded his now permanent pokeball. I took the time to move the neck of my dress over and show him my collection of tattoos. His mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as he saw they weren’t what someone would expect.
“So uh Dan, you sure you don’t want any colour in this?” He looked down at the outline and I watched as his brain ticked. “I could put some red in, like a pokeball.” I saw confusion form on his face “My best friend, Jamie, is a huge nerd.” I filled in the blanks for him. He nodded along and I began filling the space with a bright red ink.
Time past and I finally finished Dans tattoo. The red on his arm stood out from the black outline. From what he told me, it suited him. I cleared the ink away and applied a small amount of anti-bacterial cream before covering the tattoo with a non stick bandage. I explained the instructions he’d need to follow until the area fully healed.
“If anything happens that you don’t think is normal be right back here okay” I added before he left the parlour. I watched as he made is way down the street.
“He’s just gonna come back so he can see you!” Jamie laughed. I rolled my eyes at his comment, secretly hoping he was right.
A/N: Just so people can get an idea of the tattoos I’m drawing them and they’ll be done later in the week so drop me a message if you want to see the ideas.