Little Milk Tea

Because sometimes you need to take it slow, have a 'lil cup of milk tea, and let it go.

[lil-milktea]

Truth Be Told

How can I not be upset with you, when I know that you do not trust me, like I trust you?

[elshalarossa]

Perfect

Don’t call her “perfect.” 

“Perfect” is not a compliment. It is an unattainable ideal. It’s alienating. It’s cold. 

“Perfect” is a two dimensional image you perceive that denies her the personhood and equality she works every day to achieve. “Perfect” is a lie.

She is not “perfect.” She is flawed. She makes mistakes. She usually tries, but she fails more often than she would care to admit.

Please don’t call her “perfect,” because “perfect” means you don’t understand her at all. It puts her on a pedestal, on which she has no hope to keep her footing. It dooms her to fall. 

Instead tell her, “I see your soft places and your stretch marks. I feel your sharp edges and rough patches. I have witnessed your failures and your weaknesses, and I know that they are what makes you human.” Tell her, “I thought you were perfect, once, but now I know that you are not. Now I know that you are real.” 

Tell her, “I have witnessed who you are. I have seen you, and I have seen inside you. And you are not perfect. And you are so, so beautiful. Because you are you.”

[lil-milktea]

Space

Nothing else matters when I am in a room, 

with you

and my eyes lingered in the immediate space around you far too longer than I intended to and there is nothing else that matters except you when I, too, wished that you kept some of your gaze for me that there is a possibility  that you couldn’t focus in a room with me because nothing else matters, too.

[lil-milktea]

There could be a small tiny flame burning for you and now I don't know what to do.

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

3:16 AM by Ming D. Liu

[lil-milktea]

If I could turn back time

I will take back the promise that I will still be your friend. Because it is hard not to take your niceness as remnants of love for me And as I lull myself into that belief I find it harder to take the truth.

[theprocast]

Have you ever crave someone? 

You crave their touch, the way they caress your face, hold your hands, kiss you slowly in passionate way, the way they make you feel warm and comfortable, their scent, you want to sleep with them and feel you feel safe when they wrapped their hand on you, that tight hug like they don’t want to let you go. You crave that partner because you miss them so much, you miss everything that the both of you do when you are together. You crave their presence so much, but you can’t do anything about it because you are so far with each other and you’ll just wait for the day that the both of you will see each other again.

[lil-milktea]

To the women who still wait for their lovers to (come back and) save them: here's how to lose this painful obsession - Artparasites – How Art you today?

All the times I waited for you, sitting on a bench in a park, looking at the pigeons or sitting alone in a café, looking outside the window, watching the passersby laughing or frowning as if looking at the flow of a river. All the times I waited for a smile, a sign to break … Read more

Waiting for you is like waiting for godot

[miayungt]

I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives here.

Anne Sexton, from “a letter to W. D. Snodgrass,” A Self-Portrait in Letters (Mariner Books, 2004)

[lil-milktea]

Rhetorical Question

Sometimes in the middle of the night I'd still wake up and wonder if you still love me. I learnt in class that love is impossible to measure, impossible to prove. I knew that, sadly, I will never get an answer. My only console was that perhaps, I would be happier if I didn't know the answer.

[lil-milktea]

Once Upon A Time

I was a story that he couldn't tell to the world And now you are a story that I don't know how to continue.

[storyiwillneverwrite-blog]

I think what tore us apart were our similarities,” she says. “We were both strong-willed and stubborn as hell. Our heads and hearts were full of fire, and we began to burn each other up.” “Don’t get me wrong, most of it was beautiful. I loved him, I really did. And he loved me back. But sometimes loving someone just isn’t enough.” “You have to be able to make it work. And when someone’s making your heart curl up and turn to ashes, you gotta be able to let go.

letting go (via storyiwillneverwrite)

[lil-milktea]

My Favourite Alcohol

It tastes like love. The first sip is always refreshing; it's like you are intrigued by this wondrous new feeling that you have never experienced before. The taste of honey lingers on your palate and you just wanna melt in the sweetness of it. A few more sips and you are intoxicated; it leaves you wanting more and more. When you finally get used to the sweetness, the initial thrill fades into mellowness. The initial sweetness becomes numbness on your tongue. You try to recall the taste of sweetness but all you can taste is the staleness of it all. And that's when the aftertaste of bitterness materializes. You are sober enough to realize that you should stop drinking but you are too drunk with the idea of love to let go of it. Then in a rush of obsession you drain the entire bottle to salvage any remnants of sweetness you can find. But when you are awake from it all, you realize that all that remains in the bottle is the perpetual taste of emptiness and you only wish that you didnt have to wake up from your inebriety at all.

[inksplatteredpalms-deactivated2]

I miss you before 2 AM. I miss you before the alcohol passes my lips. I miss you before I’m in my bed with nothing but cold, empty space to roll over to. I miss you whether I pour cereal for breakfast or grab a yogurt on the way out. I miss you when I’m out for lunch with my friends. When I’m looking over notes for that big exam. I miss you when I’m happy. When my day is going great, the sun is shining and my favorite song is blasting from my car radio. I miss you when I’m hours from my deadline. I miss you when I’m doing nothing at all. I just miss you.

That’s how I know-RLM (via inksplatteredpalms)

[bee-the-poet]

Please don’t make me promises, okay? Because even if you have the greatest of intentions, life has a funny way of ruining the things it doesn’t see fit. And it’ll hurt a lot more when you walk away if I know you didn’t want to.

“so just love me while you can, don’t use that big F word” October 22, 2015. http://bee-the-poet.tumblr.com (via bee-the-poet)

[jamesandrewcrosby]

Forgotten Letter #632 by James Andrew Crosby

[storyiwillneverwrite-blog]

Looking back, it needed to happen,” she says. “It hurt for a while, but we were never going to stay together. We were bound to fall apart at some point.” “I miss him a little sometimes. It was so good while it lasted.” “But all good things must come to an end, right?” she asks with a strained smile.

all good things must come to an end, right? (via storyiwillneverwrite)