Aria

Untold legend.

[naycrumors]

God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day. // Psalm 46:5 🙏

[ayoungowl]

Why I call you Ex.

I was so in love with you. You were just in love with me. End of story. 

[ayoungowl]

Why I call you Ex.

I was too clumsy, and you? You were too heartless.

[ayoungowl]

Don’t fall in love with a curious one. They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like. They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt. They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, your favorite person. They will ask why. They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals. The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides. They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream for joy, and anger, and heartbreak. Their skin will turn into pages that you learn to pour out your entire being in. Don’t fall in love with the curious one. They won’t let a sigh go unexplained. They will want to know what they did Exactly what they did to make you love them. Year, month, week, day. “What time was it? What did I say? What did I do? How did you feel?” Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there. They will unbutton your shirt and read every scar every mark every curve. They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being then walk back home and eat their dinner and never return your calls. You will never be their lifelong expedition. The heart is a mystery only for so long. There is no ache like loving a curious one who chases every falling star and never catching one. Who comes and sees and conquers and leaves. I’ve fallen in love with a curious one. Maybe one day he will take the train back home and be curious enough to read one last message from me carved on a seat. “There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.”

[ayoungowl]

Eight of June. Four forty one in the afternoon.

Can we talk like we never studied grammar? Can we write letters like we don’t know the rules of literature?

I missed those times.

When we were far from intellectuals. When all that matter was “we’re happy”

Are we happy today? Are we? No. We were. “We were.”

[ayoungowl]

To the man whom I never gave my heart. I hope you will not have the chance to read this, in any way around you don't really have to know that I wrote something for you. Remember that night I sat next to you? I felt that it was the longest ride of my life. How I wish it never ended. I never said I love you or I like you that evening. I did not kissed you or hugged you. We did not held hands either. But that moment was special. You were somehow leaning on my shoulders. And I leaned back. I hated inertia that time, you know, that stupid law when the driver hits the breaks of the van it creates gap between our shoulders, really hate that part. Glad after a sec we were back to our leaning love story. I wanted to tell you that, when my shoulder touched yours and stayed there for long minutes it's me telling you, "hey, there are parts of you that I like and love, one of those is this part, your left shoulder."

[quoted-books]

You’re my favorite way to pass the time. But time stands still when you’re on my mind.

Kasie West, P.S. I Like You (via quoted-books)

[ayoungowl]

We were planted same day, same place. The next thing I know is that we’re too excited growing up. And you know what? We did rose up high. But never together. We end up losing each other.

[ayoungowl]

You were an idiot. You thought that I was made up of something unbreakable.

[ayoungowl]

I hope that if you ever decide to leave, he’ll love you enough to stop you at the door and kiss you until you decide to stay. I’m merely the girl who was meant to love him right before you came along. And if you were meant to be his life long love story, Then I’m just happy to be the prologue.

[ayoungowl]

i saw you somewhere parallel from me not sure if it’s at the train station or a street side walk but we were both staring i did not blink it’s weird i never remembered your face the feelings stayed long enough to marry you now i remember it was you always you how stupid of me

[ayoungowl]

She was this typical girl. So typical that she’s different from all the others.

[ayoungowl]

I miss yous are most of the time untold I love yous.

[ayoungowl]

Time's Up.

Tumigil na ang bakbakan Sumuko na ang lahat Ikaw na nalang ang lumalaban Hindi ka pa ba napapagod kaibigan? Dugo'y tuyo na Hiningay patid na Bakit patuloy mo pa rin itinataas ang yong armas? Mga mata mo'y nanlilisik Bawat sigaw mo ay tila hindi papapigil Ngunit kaibigan wala ng tao sa likuran mo Handa na sila magpatuloy sa buhay Maakay ka man o maghingalo

[ayoungowl]

January 08, 2016

I came back just like how I imagined it to be, every step I took played back a specific memory . The nostalgic momentum almost killed me. 

- From the heart of a teenager

[ayoungowl]

One Prom Night

The night is young and so are we. It did not matter who we came . We clasped our hands and feel our soul dance. It did not matter if we came descent I let him touch my nerves like it has been a long time. It did not matter if his wearing black and I wore white . Tonight, all that over matter is you and me. I wanna thank thank the dizzy lights and the loud music . He did not notice I have few hairs left. I was too pale, still he smiled And that's all I wanted. To keep a memory of him even if he will never remember me. 

[ayoungowl]

A Puppeteer Love Story

It never bothered me that he does not speak It never bothered me that he does not blink It never bothered me that he barely inhale It never bothered me that his wounds never heal His hands were as cold as the window pane during winter His skin was dry and gray His hair was as black as a charcoal From head to toe he is no sign of life But he was perfect, I thought. Suddenly, I don’t know if it was me? But everything went wrong It was when we kissed in the summer I can feel blood run through his veins And his eyes became blue as the ocean He breath like he was so thankful I made him alive.

That bothered me a lot. “I can’t love you anymore.”