cresilds.

mid-20s-drama-queen.

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I appreciate you telling me things I wanna hear.

I appreciate you telling me things I don’t want to hear.

But what I don’t appreciate is you using me ONLY when you need me.

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I tell myself I am searching for something. But more and more, it feels like I am wandering, waiting for something to happen to me, something that will change everything, something that my whole life has been leading up to.

Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via thequotejournals)

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Paano kung gumagawa na lang sya ng dahilan para ikaw yung kumalas?

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Wag mo akong lokohin. Hindi ko na alam anong pakiramdam ng nagmamahal. Yung umasa, at maging masaya sa piling ng isa.

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Hindi ko na alam san ako lulugar. Minsan naiisip ko na lang na baka nga wala pala ako sa buhay mo, sinasabi mo lang para gumaan pakiramdam ko.

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Kung paano mo ako nakilala, sana ganon rin kadali. Ganon kadaling kalimutan ka, Ganon kadaling iwasan ka. Baka kasi sakaling di ko na maalala yung mga nagawa natin sa isa't isa. Masaya ako, oo. Kaya nga sana ganon kadaling makalimot ako. Hindi ko lang sigurado kung gusto ko ngang kalimutan ka kasi ikaw lang ayos na. Pero pano nga ba ang kaligayahan mo, Dahil ang hinihingi mo'y iwan ka na, sana maibigay ko. Kung ang tanging paraan ay kalimutan ka, Kahit masakit, ibibigay sayo makita lang na ikaw ay masaya na.

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It’s easy for someone to joke about scars if they’ve never been cut.

William Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet (via thequotejournals)

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Mahal mo na ba? Hindi ko alam. Siguro. Ewan ko. O baka nakalimutan ko na lang din yung pakiramdam ng nagmamahal.

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[loeyspaceboy]

Sometimes the only word left is Putangina.

[stargazerinmoksha]

And it was not your fault because I fell for you like this. I would have broke the sky just to let the sun fall into your palms, you always loved warm weather– why not give it to you? I’m sorry for how I’ve become, but this sort of feeling… does it not only arrive once in a lifetime? You used to say you love me and I would believe it, but now I’m just like this letter, being sent to nowhere and read by no one. Would you go back in time like I would? Fall back into us like I would? Cry your eyes out like I would? Some days when I look at our old photographs, I see nothing but a child that throws a tantrum because I never learned to let go. When I see your face, all I want to do is breakdown like an old car that’s out of gas and we’ve been pressing this pedal on a dark interstate wishing that we don’t get hit, but if I stayed in this black stained space with you any longer, I might not breathe… please… I’ve ran out of courage without you. I’m Dracula, this sunlight burns my skin. I’m a bulletproof vest, but somehow your goodbye ripped right through me, baby, I miss you. I’ve ran out of life without you. I’m a volcano, I’ve erupted into a million pieces of my heart solidifying my definition of beauty within your tear pressed ocean, won’t you dance with me one last time? I’m sorry if we run out of time… I’ve ran out of you without me. I’m the seconds right before sunlight hits your cheeks, I’m still waiting for you to lose your breaths, but you no longer feel for me like how I’ve always felt for you… I’m sorry that I can’t make you smile. I’ve ran out of ideas to live without you. I’m the thought we had in the shower together, wouldn’t it be nice if tears cleaned our cuts, without the salt we just can’t be the sea, and without you, I just can’t see another day. And it was not your fault that I fell for you like this. The fault… the fault… was all mine.

You won’t read this. (via poetryleftbyher)

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There is a world kissed quote out there that reads if you love them let them go, if they come back, then you’ll know. Or something around those lines… You know something? I couldn’t let you go, so you’ll never come back, so I’ll never know, and so I’ll always love you. I am hard wired to wait for you until my ideas finally blow my fuses and my back is bent, I’ve been carrying your idea like the horizon carries the love between half soaked sunlight and midway depressed oceanic lips, won’t you please call me back? I’ve longed for you until the sky bleeds blue, the clouds they come in different shapes and sizes, I left my heart in the raindrops… I left my heart in your tears… I left my heart in the dew of your last dying rose. When you said forever… Did you really mean it? I know I did… But did you? I’m sorry if this is too much, but… If I could see the future, it would be blank if you don’t appear now and as always. I’ve been writing these lines, but the spilled ink runs like invisible ink and I don’t feel a thing and I don’t see a thing and I don’t love a thing unless you are here. I know this is a bit much, but I’ve been holding on for years and though my tears are blue, they would be much prettier if you wiped them away, I have a thing for your soft, small and delicate hands… You’re a tenderness that won’t go away, you’re a cut that bleeds rivers out of my chest and I’ve been meaning to let you live your life, but how can I if I am the back and you are the knife? How could I pull you out just to die alone? I would rather bleed out slowly with your name in my mouth than a quick death that requires you to be out. I don’t want anything else, but to believe that dying with you in my life was worth the tear.

A kiss made of knives (via poetryleftbyher)

[stargazerinmoksha]

these are the ways “i love you”

1. you show up everyday, you are more like the sky– aren’t you? 2. if i said anything negative about myself… you instantly bitch at me 3. you know what upsets me, you learn quicker than a super computer– you wait to make me smile 4. you color my thoughts with titanium and told me that I won’t break 5. we don’t have to meet to be the best of friends 6. i am not a nice person, but you instant that i am 7. i forgot a piece of myself– you drew blood from a rose and gave it back 8. i forgot about my soul– you said fragments never feel whole 9. your love for rock bands makes me your biggest fan 10. i am hard to love– but you made it easy

[stargazerinmoksha]

[stargazerinmoksha]

If your heart talks about them every night, does that mean you still miss them or glad that it’s finally over? Like a car accident you dodged by a hair because you forgot your wallet at home, so you took a u-turn instead of going all the way down that interstate. And you’ll look back and say, damn, I almost died from that. Was loving them… like that?

I can only pray (via poetryleftbyher)

[makeuphall]

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WANT

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Never underestimate you.

Today, we had our random drinking sesh here at home. My friend brought her friends and one of them have this personal issue about his lovelife.

It just feels so good hearing your friend who you basically look up to for every fcking life advises tells his friend “Yan!! Si Han, magaling magbigay yan ng life advise.” I felt the pressure but happiness made it all through.

Sometimes, maybe you’re underestimating yourself when people you look up to believes in you too.

Thank you.

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