It’s a funny thing- once you’ve had butterflies in your stomach, it feels terrible when they’re gone. It hurts, it stinks and it struggles. But what’s left when it stops?


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5 Responses to “Butterflies…”

  1. helen Says:

    when the hurt stops, new butterflies 🙂

    • teo Says:

      I don’t want new butterflies, these butterflies were amazing, I want them…
      The new butterflies will smell the death and will not come in anyway…

  2. slideworld Says:

    Ако възприемеш живота си като училище , ще разбереш , че няма по хубаво нещо от това което ти се случва. Ако отместиш опората си от самия себе си т.е да си в пълна хармония и се надяваш някой друг да я понесе (като колона в твоя живот) – рано или късно ще бъде съборена и тогава чрез болката може и да се научиш ако не… всичко се повтаря и няма значение колко ще се повтаря- все един ден ще се научиш :).


    If you look at your life like at a school, you’ll understand, that that’s the best thing that could’ve happened to you. If you let someone else to be the support of your life, sooner or later this support will be crushed and you can learn through the pain. If you don’t it all will be happening again and again till you learn it someday :).

    • teo Says:

      А ако си достатъчно упорит и не се научаваш?



      What if you’re stubborn enough and you don’t learn it?


  3. slideworld Says:

    Твоя воля 🙂


    That’s for you to decide 🙂

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