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laseriedadeslomio · 1 year
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postdvblog · 3 months
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Supongo que todo pasa y cuando pasa, pasa por algo
Ahora sí, después de mil despedidas, después de tantos shows y tanta insistencia llegó el momento que tanto pospuse y al que me negaba por completo. Como siempre te agradezco por absolutamente todo, gracias por todas esas cosas bonitas que me diste, puedo prometerte que cada momento lo disfruté y fui muy feliz en casa uno de ellos (incluso hoy, ahora que estás leyendo este mensaje), muchas gracias por ese añito de felicidad fue como una montaña rusa, muchas emoción en tan poco tiempo. Gracias por el tiempo que me dedicaste, gracias por cada canción dedicada que estoy segura que te recordare cada que las escuche, muchas gracias por cumplir mis caprichos y hacerme sentir querida y segura a tu lado! Agradezco el apoyo que me diste desde un inicio, por todas esas veces que me diste ánimos y me ayudaste con mis mil y un problemas pero es momento de continuar sola y sin ti.
Me voy con el corazón hecho pedazos y con un nudo en la garganta, sintiendo mil emociones y muriendo por dentro. Te soy sincera, no quiero irme, en el fondo aún deseo estar a tu lado, volverte a tenerte en mis brazos, llenarte la cara de besitos y reír como tonta cada que te veía. Llegue al punto de insistir y rogar por cosas que no debía, cosas que debían de nacer de ti y cosas que tenían que hacerse por el simple hecho de *amor* pero supongo que en algún momento te saliste del camino y dejaste de comprender muchas cosas. Ahora me tengo que obligar a dejarte ir y empezar a considerar la idea de que por ahora ya no estaremos juntos o quizá nunca lo volvamos a estar, se me es difícil dejar de sentir y continuar con mi vida como si no hubiera estado *enamorada*, deseo tener tu mentalidad y ganas de dejar todo atrás pero no puedo, me aferro tanto a ese amor que te tengo, pero ya no más, es momento de dejar todo y empezar a vivir sin tu presencia, es momento de sanar eso malo que dejaste en mi y te prometo que haré lo posible por perdonarte eso malo que dejaste en mi corazoncito, hoy esa niña interior que un día quisiste conocer y no te importo mucho ella, ella te perdona por lo malo que le hiciste y quiere que sepas que te lleva en su corazoncito e intentara recordarte como la buena persona que eras.
Amdv, justo fue el primer apodo que te dije sin sentido algúno, lo dije sin saber que probablemente eso es lo que seas ahora "El amor de mi vida" mi primer amor y a quien le entregué muchas cosas, no me arrepiento del amor que te di, de las veces que me entregué a ti y de los detalles tan tontos que te hacía! Estoy segura que en su momento te hicieron feliz y siempre recordaré esa carita de felicidad al ver las cosas tan tontas que hacía por ti. Lamento mucho el daño que nos hicimos, lo siento por no lograr querernos de buena manera y no dar nuestro mayor esfuerzo para salvar lo de nosotros, lo siento por el tiempo perdió y por esas mil promesas que un día hicimos.. Pero dejemos lo malo a un lado, te llevaré en mi corazoncito y cuando me sienta lista te déjare atrás, tratare de no tenerte presente y recordar lo justo y necesario para mí salud mental, si tú gustas puedes olvidarme y dejarme justo ahora, pero yo no, yo no puedo y quiero recordarte y llevarte conmigo como algo bueno. Fuiste, eres y siempre te recordare como la mejor experiencia de mi vida, como mi primer amor y al niño que ame con lo más profundo de mi.
Hasta entonces eso es todo, gracias por llegar a mi vida y darle color, es una lástima que todo termine así y te lleves esa alegría que un día creaste en mí. Cuidate mucho y recuerda que siempre estaré orgullosa de ti, siempre estaré feliz por cada uno de tus logros..
te amo para siempre
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roselbellrafferr · 1 year
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Eso Pa Que Ome Ay + Mlm = AdMv > ♾️ ❤️ #admv #mlm #tequiero https://www.instagram.com/p/CoOyescKWot/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I had always dreamed of a life with you #admv (en Capital District) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdMOqpMvUo3/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Me gustaron las dos canciones que hice, me gustó la secuencia de notas en las estrofas y coros.
Son completamente opuestas, inspiradas en la misma persona, en una, tengo el ánimo por las nubes y en la otra por los suelos. Una se entregó, la otra no se entregará.
Ambas nacieron de mí y reflejan cómo me siento, a veces con optimismo y a veces no tanto. Pero por muy distintas que sean las canciones queda claro que fueron compuestas para la persona que más he amado en esta vida.
Nunca escribiré reproches porque no siento nada negativo en mi ser hacia ella.
Una vez yo le dije algo y ella lo escribió. “Como la amo a usted yo nunca voy a querer a nadie” lo sentí ese día y se hace la verdad más grande que alguna vez he dicho,
No sé si escribiré más, pero creo que esa es mi forma de sanar.
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pigeonneaux · 2 years
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i'm so productive right now
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percervall · 1 year
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amor de me vida
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Player: Rodrigo De Paul Words: 975 Warnings: None, fluff Request: Stealing their clothes - he's away and you've been ill at home but you miss him so you basically drag yourself to his apartment/house to wear one of his hoodies and joggers and then he comes home during the night (was supposed to be later that next day) and he finds you cuddled up in his bed, wearing his clothes and he drops everything and joins you and you wake up and you two cuddle and A/N: I tweaked it a little bit, hope you like it!
title's from Maluma's ADMV
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January was one of those months that always left her feeling run down. Work had been exhausting the past month and today had been a particularly horrible day where everything that could go wrong, went wrong. What made it even worse was that she hadn’t been able to see her boyfriend in over a week due to their conflicting work schedules and missed him terribly. He always knew exactly what to do to make her feel better. Missing him felt like a dull ache in her chest, mirroring the way her head pounded with a headache that had settled behind her eyes. There was no point in pretending she could get any work done feeling like this, so after sending a quick email to her boss, she packed up for the day and figured she might as well go to his house to at least seek comfort in his shower and bed. One of the many advantages of dating a professional athlete was that they had money to spend on top tier water pressure and mattresses. 
After stopping by the supermarket to get some soup and bread, she parked her car in front of his house. Rodrigo had given her a key for situations just like this, where she needed him to settle the ache in her bones. Dropping her work bag by the door, she took off her shoes and carried the groceries into the kitchen. Her phone automatically connected to the sound system he had set up, and the playlist she had put on in the car started playing over the speakers. She made her way to the ensuite, throwing her clothes in the laundry basket. As the hot water hit her skin, she sighed at the feeling of her muscles letting go of the tension that had held them in a vice all day. 
She wrapped the towel tighter around herself and walked to Rodrigo’s closet. They shared a preference for oversized lounge wear and while his closet held about a third of her’s, right now she wanted nothing more than to wrap up in one of his soft hoodies. Grabbing her favourite one, she buried her face in the fabric, inhaling the scent of his fabric softener and aftershave. Smiling softly as his scent enveloped her, she got dressed in the hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, and settled in for an evening on the couch with her favourite series on TV.
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To say he was tired would be an understatement. Between winning the world cup with Argentina and the starting of La Liga, his time had been spent mostly travelling. The plan had been to travel back from their latest away fixture early the next morning, but the whole team wanted to go home and see their families –Rodrigo being one of them. Ever since Diego agreed, he’d been trying to get a hold of his girlfriend. She hadn’t answered her phone, but when he pulled up to his house he spotted her car on the driveway. His lips tugged up in a smile seeing it parked there. Rodrigo quickly made his way inside, dropping his bag by the stairs to take up later. The house was quiet, but he could tell she was still downstairs by the light coming from the living room.
“Babe?” he called out, voice barely above speaking volumes. He waited a beat to see if she’d answer before moving into the living room. The TV was still on, a streaming service politely asking if anyone was still watching. Rodrigo moved further into the room, picking up the remote to turn the TV off. Turning his face, he spotted his girlfriend on the couch, bundled up in one of his hoodies and fast asleep. She had made herself a hot drink and was still clutching the empty mug to her chest as her head rested on her own shoulder. He couldn’t help but smile lovingly, taking in her sleeping features. Rodrigo carefully took the mug from her hands, placing it on the coffee table, before moving to lift her up. He chuckled when she sighed deeply and snuggled into him as he carried her out of the room. 
“Hey,” she croaked, waking up enough to realise the couch wasn’t moving but her boyfriend had come home and was carrying her upstairs.
“Hey mi vida. This is a nice surprise, didn’t think you’d gotten my texts.” 
“Put my phone on do not disturb, so haven’t seen any come in. Just missed you and your hoodies,” she mumbled, sleep slurring her speech. Rodrigo chuckled and carried her up the stairs. He gently set her down on his bed and moved to his closet to get her a shirt to sleep in. 
“How was your day?” he asked as he handed it to her. 
“It’s been hectic and I’m exhausted. Last month was insane and it’s not looking to slow down any time soon. Went home early today with a headache,” she told him, swapping the hoodie for the shirt. Kicking off the sweatpants, she got under the covers. Rodrigo climbed in as well, pulling her closer. It wasn’t lost on him that she had referred to his house as home, his heart squeezing at the thought of her living with him. 
“I have the day off tomorrow, how about we spend it in bed all day?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple. She hummed in agreement, snuggling into him. 
“That sounds lovely,” she sighed. Rodrigo smiled again, pressing his lips to her hair. He heard how her breathing evened out, body fully relaxed against his. Finally giving in to sleep, the last thought that crossed his mind was that he would ask her to move in tomorrow. Home was no longer a place, it had become a person shaped like the woman asleep in his arms. 
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defensivewall · 9 months
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andrea.martinezf ADMV💞
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Admv?
amor de mi vida 🦝
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alvcro · 8 months
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Siempre me he soñado una vida contigo Más valen los hechos que lo prometido Sin saber a dónde vayas te persigo
@drowandruil
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shit-sorry-fuck-mybad · 5 months
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Bestie let me tell you,I’ve got sooo many songs that i think are at least a little bit hangster 😭
Colapso - Kevin Kaarl
Dueles - Jesse & Joy
Dónde está el amor - Jesse & Joy ft Pablo Alborán
Todo cambió - Camila
ADMV - Maluma (but like the angsty version)
Bestie how does it feel to be this smart 😭
All of these are absolutely right but ADMV is my favorite it’s perfect for them
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rmd-writes · 1 year
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six questions
sidenote: my autocorrect has lost the plot. It will change duck to fuck for me (a win!) but it just tried to turn six into soz and I can’t even remember half of the crazy shit my phone has been turning my words into
rules: answer the questions then tag some people to do the same
Tagged by @celeritas2997 (and I feel like I was tagged in this by some other people a few weeks ago but I can’t find the notes now, sorry!)
Last song: ADMV - Maluma
Last show: Ginny & Georgia
Currently watching: 911 Lone Star, The Last of Us
Currently reading: Nova, Baby by @cha-melodius
Current obsession: stealing Cee’s answer but it’s true, the gdocs files I have the absolute privilege of getting early access too. Lonestar pals, there is some good fucking soup coming our way!!
Unrelated obsession: a new pair of shoes that arrived today
Tagging: @three-drink-amy @clottedcreamfudge @strandnreyes @reyesstrand @maxbegone @hippolotamus @treluna4 @good-ways @goodiecornbread
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Tu estas en primera parte
En el mundo hay uno igual para cada parte
"Me alegro. Que no te quedarás tirado. Que buscarás a alguien que te diera lo que yo no pude darte".
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ÁNGEL R. O.
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blueeyesatnight · 2 years
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Fic of a Fic: That’s not your name inspired ficlet
Tickled you guys liked this fic so much!
An alternative: How Dee admits who Pi is story.
Oops, I did it again. I love your Pi and Dee and your storytelling. It’s so inspiring, so once again: feel free to do whatever you like with this. I also have a scene in mind when You gets Dee’s phone and finds the pictures he has of her and Pi, also of drawings of Pi. Her folder is called AdmV (Amor di mi Vida), and she really gets how much this mess of a man loves her/them…
Love, Gav
It was the worst case scenario, Dee thought and ran his hands through his hair. He kept staring at the officers and hung his head. “This lady might well want to press charges,” the female officer said, and her male colleague barked, “Is she in on this?” Dee shook his head. “You know her name?” he pressed, and the actor nodded vaguely. He wouldn’t give them your name. “Dieter Bravo, I am charging you for the possession of personal photographs of a minor and of a lady of legal age,” the woman began, and Dee cut in, “It’s the mother, for fuck’s sake!” The officer remained unfazed, “… for the possession of (she glanced at the phone in her hand) 3,578 photographs and 459 videos of an unnamed male minor and 4,019 images of a woman of undisclosed identity, as well as 15 videos, two of them containing nudity.” Dee groaned. He should have known better than to put those beach takes on his phone. You had always been beautiful, and that trip to L.A. that summer had been … surreal. Of course, he had played it down, had slipped into his Dieter Bravo persona and had hidden his excitement and joy, but that night down at your quiet little cove up the coast, had been pure bliss. You had set your mind on a swim, and so you had, naked, in the pale moonlight, and he had been star-struck. You had just turned seventeen, your breasts had been small, but beautiful, and your ass had been perfection. He would have loved to show you, but you had laughed and had said, “It’s not even running, Dee,” but it had been running. The camcorder had been taping shit constantly. It had been his idea of some sort of visible interior monologue of a shallow artist, hoping to catch himself, but mostly filming others instead. Years later, he had dug up the tapes (hundreds of them) and had watched them, realising just how shallow he was, but also that the camera had caught himself. Not in person, but in how he had kept following you. How he had looked at you. It had been painfully obvious, and he had deleted all of it, well, except for two scenes – the one at the beach, and the one from Greece. The morning after that night. You kept telling him he didn’t remember shit, but you were wrong. He remembered everything, well, everything he needed to remember. He remembered how beautiful you had looked, how kind you had been, how patient, and he remembered admitting his feelings to you. You hadn’t laughed at him, instead you had taken him to bed, and he had loved you. He had been stupid not to wrap up, but he hadn’t cared. He had been clean, you … had been a saint (compared to him), and it had just happened. Pi had happened. He hadn’t known, but the thought had crossed his mind in the morning when you had been sleeping beside him, naked, your face like a painting, and he had reached for the camera to capture the moment. Venus, he remembered thinking. And perfection. You had lain on your front, but there had been the outline of one of those gorgeous tits. Would they swell when there was milk in them, he remembered thinking before pushing away the idea. He couldn’t be a father. He’d be a terrible one. And he had been a terrible one. The thought had crept up every single time he had seen you over the past seven years. You were a great mother, he was a great kid, and he was just a sore loser who had fucked up his chances. He had taken pictures, had kept the ones you had sent him, had treasured them. So much that there were folders on his phone. The irony of that. “Why are these organized in folders? Mr Bravo, everything else is just a … mess,” the female officer pressed, and Dee shrugged. “Does this lady know that you are stalking her?” Dee squeezed his eyes shut, and the policewoman continued, “The witness claims she does. Is this transactional child abuse? Are you paying her for the pictures of the boy?” Dee groaned. “It’s not a secret that you have had relations with both sexes, Mr Bravo. And it’s no secret either that you like them young. I need to ask you this: are you planning to groom this child?” – “For fuck’s sake, he’s my son!” the actor exploded, “Of course, I’m not planning to groom him!” The police officers exchanged looks. Then the man snickered, “And I suppose you’re going to tell us that the woman is his mother? Your wife?” He chuckled, and Dee’s head shot up. Was he laughing at him? Or at you? You didn’t deserve this, he thought, and then his fist collided with the other man’s jaw. The rest was a blur. He was handcuffed and pulled into the patrol car.
“One call,” the female officer told him sternly, and Dee nodded. You wouldn’t want to speak to him. Nobody wanted to speak to him. He heaved a sigh, then he rang Krystal.
“It’s called the black Tok,” Pi said, and you nodded. “It’s toad’s voice,” the boy continued, “I heard. Can we, please, listen to the whole thing?” You shook your head and gently ran a hand through the boy’s curls. The same curls as Dee’s, you thought and fought tears. “Mummy needs a moment, love,” you told Pi and fled to your bedroom. Where you went on TikTok. You didn’t need to look hard, the video was at 5 million hits. Okay, you steeled yourself for whatever you were going to see or hear, curious as to what he had done now. The TikTok was indeed black, and the audio sounded like a bad tape of a phone call:
“Hi. Err … I think you all know my voice (cough). This is not about me though. It’s about … the woman I love,” you groaned and facepalmed, not noticing your bedroom door open a fraction, “I know, I’ve said that a lot over the past … decades. I’ve loved a lot of … people, yeah, but there is … someone … I have been in love with all my life.” Oh no, you thought, oh, sweet Jesus, he wouldn’t- “She’ll kill me if I let her name slip, so I won’t – nor that of my son for that matter, but they need to know. If you hear this, I errm … (some shuffling) yeah, I know, I’ll be quick.” (Where was he?) “I love you. I won’t say that I know that now, because I always knew. I’ve known SINCE ALWAYS. You’re a fucking fantastic woman and a great mother and you’re clever and funny and sexy and, God, you’re perfect. And so is my boy. I’ve been a bit of a toad to you, yeah, well, but I love you. So much (his voice cracked). You’re … smart and you have the craziest ideas, you’re the nicest kid I know, okay, I don’t know that many kids, I don’t really hang out with kids, but I’ve acted with some, and I prefer you. You’re perfect, sunshine, you may have my looks, trust me, you’ll get to hate that nose one it’s fully grown, but you are a much better person. You mum did an excellent job raising you, and I can’t thank her enough for that. Baby, you are perfect. And I’ve been an ass not to realise how selfish I’ve been. I’ll … if I should be so lucky to get a second chance, I’d like to take the two of you … yes, I know, sorry, don’t rush, please … I’d like to take you … to Greece. I’d like to do this right this time. I’d take you out and … ask you … if you … (Was he crying?) if I could … one day … come back and sleep on your couch. Please. (He was definitely crying now.) No more acting. I’m … done … with that. I … yeah, yeah, alright … I just need to … I never lied, I just didn’t tell the truth. My heart belongs to the most wonderful woman and to the loveliest little boy, and my name is not Dieter Bravo.” Another voice said that his time was up, but you heard his frantic No! Please, I’m Diego Baltra! And then the line went dead. You sat there staring at the phone, then you looked up at Pi who was standing in the doorway with tears streaming down his face, “I told you he loved us,” he sobbed, and I reached out for my little boy. “Can he, please, have the couch?” Pi wailed, “Can he, please, come back and see us?” I nodded, unable to stop m tears. Yeah, I thought. He probably could.
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vivicitamoncayo · 1 year
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14/11/21🫶🏻❤️. Fue el comienzo de esta bonita relación 🥑🫶🏻. Fuimos creciendo diariamente con este amor, cada momento fuimos cultivando nuestra relación haciéndola más fuerte, superándonos juntos como pareja dándonos el apoyo y el amor que va creciendo cada instante❤️🥑. Durante estos meses nos fuimos conociendo, queriendo, cuidando, comprendiendo y sobretodo apapachándonos, existieron obstáculos pero aún así estuvimos superándolos🥑❤️😘
14/11/22🥑❤️ Llegamos al primer puntito yeiiiiii🫰🏼🥰 sigamos volando y superándonos juntos😍 viviendo más locuras y aventuras, disfrutando cada momento e instante que se nos presente🥑 sigamos luchando juntos por subir cada vez un puntito más y seguir complementándonos como hasta ahora entre tú y yo🥑😘❤️. Te Súper Amo Una y Mil Veces Mi Paltita🥰🥑😘❤️🫶🏻
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racing-related · 1 year
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BMW 318ti @ ADMV CC Hohnstein 2022
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