#Te NeSeCiTo [I Need You]

[3lla-ellablog]

Quiero un beso tuyo, es justo lo que necesito.

-Ella

[mythougths11]

[fancyfirementality]

Si algún día ves que estoy perdida en un punto, solo abrázame ya que mi mente me está matando a cada segundo con sus palabras.

[the-great-imagines-of-1812]

To Love Another- Prologue

Jo March x Fem! Laurence

A/N: Feedback is appreciated!! Look back to previous post about summer writings for more info on this. But basically, your Laurie’s (Theodore’s) twin sister, practically his best friend. Instead of falling in love with Laurie (which she doesn’t) she falls in love with you, another woman; this type of relationship was shunned/frowned upon at the time. Enjoy! (Spanish Translations by me, I’m fluent) (Also, i don’t know what month little women starts off in, so I’m making this up)

Reading below the cut!

Barcelona, Spain. August 2nd, 1868.

“Fernando!” you called for your assistant Fernando, a older teenage boy who also interned at your art gallery who came through the door just as you set your paintbrush down in a mug of dirty water.

“Sí, señora, que pasó?” (Yes ma’am, what happened?) he said, catching his breath from running up the steps to the tiny apartments where you lived above the gallery. 

“Hay Correo?” (Is there any mail?) you said, untying your apron and  placing it on a hook on the wall. 

He took several letters out of the front pocket of his apron and counted them. “Tres de ellas, señora. Tome usted.” (Three of them, ma’am. Here you go.)

You gave him a smile and tossed him a sack of coins. “Aquí está tu pago por la semana, Fernando. Vete a casa. Ten un buen fin de semana. Te veo el Lunes!” (Here is your pay for the week. Go home. Have a nice weekend. See you Monday!)

Fernando gave you a smile and ran his hands through his hair and left you alone.

You go downstairs with the keys to the gallery and a gas lamp, locking up the doors to the gallery. 

You go back up to your apartment and glance at the three letter you had placed on your night stand. You smiled as you recognized all three of the letters. The first one you saw was from your brother, Theodore- or “Laurie”- as everyone would call him.

You opened it with care, and a paper and a  golden locket slipped out. He was always so thoughtful. 

July 20th, 1868

Dearest Sister,

I’m already having enough with the formalities. I miss you, Y/N. You must come visit me in Paris sometime. I know I know, you’re married to your work. But you’d like it here. The art is never ending, there are galleries upon galleries filled with artwork I just know you would love.You who you would also love? the ladies. Oh hush, i don’t mind to know that you love another. If James had ever taught me anything in our days of schooling, it was to be open-minded to new ideas of the universe. Maybe i should buy a of  art piece and send it to you? From the bets museum, of course. Or would that be to much? Even as a gift? Speaking of which, Happy Birthday to us! I was so happy to receive your letter with the tiny drawing of the Eiffel Tower. Do you really think that’s what it looks like? You’d have to come see it for yourself! Enclosed I send you a locket which I bought from a street vendor selling his jewelry near the River Seine. Inside is a photograph of us, with grandfather, of course. Think of us when you see it. I hope to see you soon. Please write back as soon as you can. I long to hear how Fernando’s doing. Ha-Ha, hilarious, miss him too, funny boy. Well not boy, almost 18! But I also miss you. Write back soon.

       I’m obviously sending you that painting.

                   Your Brother, Theodore “Laurie” Laurence.

You smiled as you ran your fingers delicately over the locket and then clasped it around your neck. You reached for the next letter. You smiled as a small, pocket sized sketch of a park fell out. 

July 24th, 1868

Dearest Friend,

I long to see you! You have no idea how much I long to talk about you about Art and Literature. When we next see each other i already know we could sit and talk for hours and hours on end to talk about the great literary works of Charlotte Bronte, or even Jane Austen! How I admire them! We could also attempt to recreate the great works of Monet, but I’m sure we couldn’t as nobody- not even you nor me- could be as great as a painter as him. In here I include a sketch I made while sitting on a park bench the other day. Why, you ask? for your birthday, of course! I had also encountered Laurie the other day, and he talks so animatedly about your latest works. I wish women in France didn’t feel such a duty to their husbands and fight for their own careers. I must see your gallery when i come visit.

             Only the very best, Amy March.

You smile as you looked at her sketch, and placed it on your bedside table, where you had another sketch of hers, a sketch of the Seine River, which from all you had heard, you longed to see how beautiful it was.

There was one last letter that you would’ve missed if it hadn’t just fallen to the floor. You picked it up and opened it. It was the shortest out of the three, and it clearly got straight to the point.

July 14, 1868

Hello, Y/N

I hope this letter finds you in good health and prosperity. How is Spain? I’ve heard all about your blossoming art career. I hope i get to see your gallery one day. From what Amy’s told me, it is quite the talk of the town; a beautiful sight to see. Nonetheless, I write you this letter in an urgent fashion, less than orderly manner; dearest friend, Beth’s health is compromised. Her illness has come back; it has come back tenfold, she is suffering everyday and can hardly get up to have a walk outside. We all weep for her. Y/N, her time is running out. We pray and we pray, and she pulls through, put it may not be enough. I know this is a rash question, and i ask you to think about it before you make a final decision. I am asking you to come stay with us for a while, Y/N. Please. You were always the best at comforting us all. Jo needs you.i hear her call out your name in her sleep; as she thrashes around, completely unable to sleep. She is desperately in need for comfort. Someone who loves her romantically; she needs her - what was her nickname for you?- “Poppy Flower?” Yes, i believe that was it. You had one for her too, right? - “Sunflower”-.I know what happened between you two. Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me. I’m pleading you to think rationally, i don’t want to pressure you to do anything. But please, we need you. Jo needs her Poppy Flower. 

             Love, Meg March

Your tears were already dripping down to the paper, making the ink run. You held a hand over your mouth to cover your sobs. Not Beth, not sweet sweet Beth who loved music and loved her sisters and loved going to the beach and loved the sunshine and loved drawing. 

You packed a suitcase with as many clothes as you could fit, and a rucksack to carry on your back with books, money and other stuff you might need. You laid some shoes and clothes out. You were leaving the next morning on a steamboat for the March house in Concord, Massachusetts. 

You quickly wrote down a note for Fernando, leaving it on your door, along with the keys.

August 2nd, 1868

Fernando, Te pido un favor bien grade. Tu esres el encargado de la galeria por las proximas semanas. No te preocupes, los trabajadores tambien te podran ayudar, asi que no estaras solo. Nesecito ir a ver a alguien muy importante - alguien que tiene un sitio muy especial en mi corazon. No te preocupes por tu pago, te lo dejo en este sobre. Se que lo nesecitas para cuidar a tu mama. Mandale mis saludos.

(Fernando, I am asking you a big favor. I am putting you in charge of the art gallery for the next couple of weeks. Don’t worry, the rest of the workers will help you, so you won’t be alone. I need to go see someone very important- someone near and dear to my heart- don’t worry about your pay. I know you need it to take care of your mom. Tell her I said hi.)

You said as you turned off the gas lamp and the moonlight shone through the window. 

You were going to see her again.

You fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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A/N: waaaaaaaaaaaaay longer than i expected. but enjoy this series! feedback is appreciated and requests are open!

Happy reading!

Love,

Talya

[maniaco-impulsivo]

Algunas veces intento no extrañarte demasiado... el problema es que te necesito aquí ahora mismo. Me hace falta un abrazo.

[realchannel65]

Album: D'Banj – King Don Come (Tracklisting)

Album: D’Banj – King Don Come (Tracklisting)

In commemoration of his 36th birthday, Kokomaster, D’BANJ has announced that he will be releasing a new album titled, “King Don Come.”

The singer has been clouded by speculation that he is set to drop a new project, and now he has confirmed it. In a post on Instagram, the singer uploaded a photo of the handwritten tracklist, signed at the bottom.

“King Don Come” album will contain 10 tracks with…

[prophetofacid]

“Mariana”

I'm at this moment crumbling, crying like I've never done in my life, remembering, every second, every word, every trip every, every centimeter feeling of you, every time ............. I feel weak, I feel like a stupid and like a coward but especially as an idiot

I have doubts, I have fury, I have sadness, you were, you are and you will be absolutely EVERYTHING for me ....... I do not have the words at this moment, I want to speak as never in life have we done, I want for the first time we both talk with feeling passion and love ... all together

I need you now! (Forgive me for being such a bad person, I realized that I am terrible, idiot ... .between many more things ... forgive me for being this horrible human being)

I want to feel you

I want to smell you

Want to see you

I want to kiss you

I want to admire you

I want you to be happy.

I just want to see you and know what happened ...

I LOVE YOU .

(And you know that for me that word is absolutely everything,)

-H

Estoy en este momento desmoronado,llorando como nunca en mi vida lo habia echo, recordando, cada segundo, cada palabra, cada viaje cada, sentimiento cada centimetro de ti, cada vez............. me seinto debil,me siento como un estupido y como un cobarde pero sobre todo como un imbecil

tengo dudas, tengo furia,tengo tristeza, tu fuiste,eres y seras absolutamente TODO para mi....... no tengo las palabras en este momento, quiero hablar como nunca en la vida lo hemos echo, quiero que por primera vez los dos hablemos con sentimiento pasion y amor... todo junto

Te nesecito ahora! (perdoname por ser tan mala persona, me e dado cuenta que soy terrible,idiota....entre muchas cosas mas....perdoname por ser este horrible ser humano)

Quiero sentirte

Quiero olerte

Quiero verte

Quiero besarte

Quiero admirarte

Quiero que seas feliz.

simplemente quiero verte y saber que pasara.........

T E - A M O .

(Y tu sabes que para mi esa palabra lo es absolutamente todo,)

-H