La felicidad es su risa inundando toda la casa y que te empape hasta el alma.
La belleza es que se duerma apoyada en ti mientras te agarra.
La complicidad es que con una mirada o una mueca seamos capaces de decirnos cualquier cosa.
La amistad es que ella exista, y que no, que no tenéis ni puta idea porque para eso tendríais que tener la suerte de conocerla.

La felicidad es su risa inundando toda la casa y que te empape hasta el alma.
La belleza es que se duerma apoyada en ti mientras te agarra.
La complicidad es que con una mirada o una mueca seamos capaces de decirnos cualquier cosa.
La amistad es que ella exista, y que no, que no tenéis ni puta idea porque para eso tendríais que tener la suerte de conocerla.

Que os quieran mucho y bien y que os abracen tan fuerte que os duela.
Casi casi como lo hace @patrisumner

Que os quieran mucho y bien y que os abracen tan fuerte que os duela.
Casi casi como lo hace @patrisumner

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Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future.

Choose life.