May 2012
2 posts
“孤单在思绪之中变得很漫长”
i've got a raspberry pen
there’s so many things i desire and regret. having installments and bills and credits makes it difficult to pack my bags and go. i need to find a way to get rid of liabilities, sit down, take some paper and raspberry pen and start writing a book on nothingness. or maybe, i could bring these pieces of paper with me as i swim across the continents. maybe someday i’ll stop living...
April 2012
1 post
i refuse to believe that life is terrible, cold, hard and one that is weighed of hatred and disgust. it’s never easy and we often have to make choices and deal with consequences. but no matter how hard it gets at home and no matter how this place feels nothing but a sleeping hut, i will let grace triumph and move on with it. i will sit by the tree and be patient about good arriving. life is...
March 2012
10 posts
september 4th, 2011
I got up this morning and I cried. I cried with all my might out , all my soul, my insides. I cried because I thought after meeting someone new, things will finally turn out right. But no, things continue to go downhill like a double whammy. My heart cannot feel, it feels no passion nor love, it aches and its folded with its sides sticking out. I need to get out of this state of mulling. There...
i’ll wrap my legs over yours and in return would you carry my heart in your hand?
sometimes i like to hide behind my words. or a stringed instrument.
sometimes all i really want to do is to hide.
the best has yet to come. i just know it.
a few months back a friend gave me an anatomical heart and have me to keep it in a jar. i told her i was not ready to love , i was afraid , hesitant, weary and guilty. hence she said to put it away and take it out to use it again when i’m ready. everything in the jar was safe. i didnt need to care, didnt need to feel, didnt need to express any concern for anyone. even if i did it wouldnt be...
February 2012
5 posts
sometimes;
sometimes the love you want you never get
and when you get love
you go to sleep in emptiness.
you question, you make choices, you resonate with the Gods
then you awake in realm.
you go back to sleep
and dream. and
yearn for love,
to carry it
when we sleep, when we awake,
in our hands, between our toes.
it works like a spell;
it spins, it aches, it bleeds, it craves
sometimes...
it feels like i’m giving life a shot again. it’s scary, tricky yet there’s something alluring about it. sometimes it could be an event that make us want to fight, to retaliate, to prove . sometimes it could be meeting a love you never had that makes you want to fight even more. love is strange like that. so is life. they’re both strange elements of time.
breakfast for two
it’s been while since i stepped into a familiar space trying to create a humble snack for someone else. like this snack, it has nothing but familiar and easy ingredients. nothing too complicated nor perplex. only goodness and a satisfying tummy. they say honey is magical and i would like to preserve that thought.
dearest warrior;
thank you for finding me. but i think you need to spend some time alone before things get bigger and better for the both of us.
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
10 posts
random thoughts
we’re just ordinary people, we dont know which way to go
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August 2011
1 post
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June 2011
6 posts
“Why bother trying? What was the point? So I could go to some suck-ass college,...”
– Twisted, Laurie Halse Anderson (via eletheowl)
May 2011
1 post
“I can’t believe I just gave up. I just let you drop out of my life. I tried to...”
– (via eletheowl)
April 2011
1 post
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath. (via scatterhearted)
March 2011
10 posts
“When I dream of a world without violence against women, I see four women walking...”
– Thea Hillman in a piece she wrote for the Vagina Monologues
via Intersex (For Lack of a Better Word) - The F-Word
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love
readmysoul:
To love is to know, to love is to hope, to love is to share, to love is to give.
love has this silence mystery that no one can give a precise definition to it. to love is to feel, to love is to hold, to love is between any two souls, to love is to pine
January 2011
1 post
“So, yes, of course I feel nostalgic, even if I am longing for a time which never...”
– Nick Hornby, Fever Pitch (via distantheartbeats)
December 2010
3 posts
