immortal

i was eaten by thousands of stories.

[herunreadletters]

hi

had this blog since 2012, i was 12.

i'm 24 now.

wow.

it's been a long time.

wow.

hi.

[herunreadletters]

if the moon could scream they would scream all the names of the stars they had lost. as if the jet black night could bring them back to light once more. they will tear in half, they will fade in sight, but they would be loud as they howl those names that died—

for you.

yes, for you.

those nights whereas you screamed in silence and wept alone— as you wish upon a star, it never stops twinkling until it burns itself to pass. it dies for you so that whatever you ought, it may come true. It becomes a forgotten memory, even you doesn't know.

but the moon knows it all.

she never forgets. she cries for help at night, she cries in silence in the morning. the moon knows it all.

the moon remembers.

[herunreadletters]

The saddest thing about us is when I could always see tomorrow with you while you couldn't even remember the yesterday we had.

[herunreadletters]

My love, this is everything we wanted to be.  Except that you're no longer here with me.

[herunreadletters]

And every morning when he wakes up, he would always reach for her hand even though he knows that she's not there anymore.

[herunreadletters]

destiny took years for us to create such a beautiful story and it only took you a night to finally say goodbye.

[herunreadletters]

She who kept on finding love for years, found herself instead. Yet, she indeed found love.

[herunreadletters]

2006

I was you

You are smaller, yet I was you

Whenever you look into the mirror, it is me

Well, it will be me

 I know you are looking forward to grow

An ecstatic child wanting tomorrow

But kid, let me tell you this

What lies ahead will not be just bliss

 No enemies will understand you in your joyance

No friends will tolerate you in your silence

You will lose, you will gain

With that, you’ll learn about pain

 And kid, I’ll tell you

Just do whatever you want to do

Do not be afraid of a broken heart

For there are no unbroken hearts

 Be different, if that’s what you like

It won’t make you less if you are on the other side

Be a phoenix in a cage full of butterflies

Be the person your heart desires

 You are not yet done

That makes us one

Hold onto that rail

It will be an unending sail

 My dear, I know you will make it through

For you have something to pursue

For you have a latter life to view

With this, I’ll say I won’t forget about you

[mhango]

Who are we as human beings, if we ignore the suffering of others?

Anonymous (via mhango)

[wnq-writers]

Things you taught me:

1. How to love things (people) even when they are broken.

2. How to break yourself by doing #1

Chrissy Vistiaire

[herunreadletters]

sa dalampasigan, mga tubig, dumadaan. kasabay ng pag-ibig na nagkaroon ng hangganan. ang mga alon, mga buhanging nakababaon. doon tuluyang naubos ang pagkakataon. sa langit sa may bandang itaas, mga punong naglalagas. doon nagsimula, doon din nagwakas.

[goodreadss]

“So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they’re busy doing things they think are important. This is because they’re chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to your community around you, and devote yourself to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning”

— Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via amortizing)

[slightmood]

[rafaeldearaujo]

A valentine’s day doodle made in two days for Buck.

more: vimeo.com/user43487864

[onlytwitterpics]

[thequotejournals]

The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.

T. S. Eliot (via wordsnquotes)

[mark-renton]

[itsagifnotagif]

Confessions is a public art project that invites people to anonymously share their confessions and see the confessions of the people around them in the heart of the Las Vegas strip.