haruki and cats

What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside of me. After the Quake, Haruki Murakami

[ustrap]

[thelovejournals]

I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I’ll meet you again.

Simone de Beauvoir

[loveplant]

[visvya]

[chunli-deactivated20170919]

[asparagusoup]

[sleepin]

[thelovejournals]

I decide then that love is a terrible, terrible thing. Loving someone as fiercely…must be like wearing your heart outside of your body with no skin, no bones, no nothing to protect it.

Nicola Yoon, Everything, Everything 

[thequotejournals]

If your hate could be turned into electricity, it would light up the whole world.

Nikola Tesla

[harukiandcats]

flowers i picked from tita evelyn’s garden. pressed from christmas 2016 - summer 2017

[sea-nymphet-water]

[damnreleaseday]

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[thequotejournals]

Perhaps the fact that I chased a boy who ripped me to shreds says a lot more about me than it did about him.

Michelle K., Lessons Learned

[harukiandcats]

The first time I heard the word melancholic, I wondered what it felt like. And now, after returning home from province (where my dearest lola resides and where we spent the Holy Week), I guess it is safe to say that I’ve been feeling it for years; for every time we go back home to Manila. Back to the bleak days as I’d always say. Believe it or not, I could almost feel the hole and emptiness in my heart. 

Back here, I live with my two sisters. The older one is almost never home. When it gets too eerily quiet, the laughter, or just the mere voices in conversations made during my stay with relatives, would always resound in my head. And I start to wish for the holidays to come early just so I could go back...to everyone. 

This place is so empty. 

[jdkmusicchoice]

[sleepingtigers]

i honestly think that the whole concept of ‘friends with benefits’ is so skewed and misunderstood. i don’t think there should even be a title for such a thing when it can be so, so much more raw. getting to dig beneath anothers skin, allowing yourself to be detached while still so achingly present when you’re with them, finding your way around their mind and their touch and their taste and knowing that nothing at all can ever be always ours. i don’t feel that i’m the type of girl that could ever be in an open relationship, but lately i’ve come to terms with spending time with someone and taking everything as it is for now. because isn’t that all anything could ever be? just for now. i had always thought that this sort of situation would leave me feeling like a physical object, and yet i feel more established within my own skin, i’ve learned an intimacy that doesn’t need to mean something in order to mean everything; for now. 

i don’t know who i am, i don’t know who i want, but there is something so divinely simple and human to be able to spend the night with a boy and sleep on our own favored sides of the bed. to not have to touch to feel wanted there, to toss about throughout the night together, meeting halfway between the sheets for brief touches just to part again and feel entirely at ease with that. there is such a vast separation between indifference and detachment. at first i was admittedly terrified to the idea of spending so much time with someone without something alit before us, without some sort of definition, but how god awful is that? that these structures define our relationships. that we don’t allow ourselves to indulge in what could completely shatter our sense of whats okay and what isn’t, that closeness can be so easily achieved without that harrowing pit in our stomaches that we don’t, or do not yet own this person. 

so i don’t mind not knowing. indulging his taste, sharing his skin, his bed, exchanging books, only to return to my own home and slip into the world i’ve created there. drinking wine and making hot chocolate, falling asleep without even a single greeting of our mouths; because we can. because it’s what we want, and nothing we don’t. it feels such an incredible way to get to know another when it’s about no more than who they are and what is felt every single moment rather than what we’re attempting to garden. 

[iamdonaldglover]

Childish Gambino via WIRED Magazine