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What's the point of escaping from burdensome routine, having too much fun, and trying too hard not to remember someone who's already made butterflies in your tummy, the one who comes and goes like parking lot stuffs, if in the end you cannot find your 'home', mbak?

Malang, 07102017 10:28PM

He asked me this morning, ‘What is you grateful for today?’

'That I could see them right after I opened my eyes.'

'And?’, he continued.

'And I pray for them to live longer and healthy, with loves of their children. I want them to be happy.'

- 30092017 RSI Aisyiyah Madiun

It hurts as hell seeing father feels the pain.

dan hanya kudapati mata itu dini hari atau malam dengan nafas-nafas yang memburu

Malang, 22092017

There is a time when you miss somebody wholeheartedly till you feel the pain that cannot only be burned by meetings. Sometimes, you just need more...

Malang, 14092017

Whats the point of keeping things yourself? Why dont you tell anyone? Why should you think what you shouldn't? Why do you worry too much? Why do people easily say 'just talk and share' while they have no idea on what to tell? Why do we live along with hierarchy of perfection? Why should you be afraid of losing? Why do people advise things they know that we don't even want to hear? Why does failure hurt so much? What are you doing there? Hanging. Why do people want others to come while they want them to leave at the same time?

Malang, 08092017

Aku tak bisa melihatnya tapi ketika terlepas darinya aku menjerit mau mati. Ia adalah udara. Aku tak menyadarinya, tapi jika ia tak ada aku tak bisa bernafas. - Ayu Utami Malang 04092017

I thought there wouldn't be ‘I dont wanna go home’-feeling due to finally finding another home. But I was wrong.

Ada salah satu puisi Aan Mansyur yang paling oke menurut saya. Judulnya Pukul 4 Pagi. Begini. Tidak ada yang bisa diajak berbincang. Dari jendela kau lihat bintang-bintang sudah lama tanggal. Lampu-lampu kota bagai kalimat selamat tinggal. Kau rasakan seseorang di kejauhan menggeliat dalam dirimu. Kau berdoa: semoga kesedihan memperlakukan matanya dengan baik. Kadang-kadang kau pikir, lebih mudah mencintai semua orang daripada melupakan satu orang. Jika ada seorang terlanjur menyentuh inti jantungmu, mereka yang datang kemudian hanya akan menemukan kemungkinan-kemungkinan. Dirimu tidak pernah utuh. Sementara kesunyian adalah buah yang menolak dikupas. Jika kaucoba melepas kulitnya, hanya akan kau temukan kesunyian yang lebih besar. Pukul 4 pagi. Kau butuh kopi segelas lagi. #aanmansyur #tidakadanewyorkhariini #adaapadengancinta2

#aanmansyur #adaapadengancinta2 #tidakadanewyorkhariini

Kadang yang dirasa sepenuhnya bukan berarti apa-apa buat orang lain. Kadang yeng menurut kita sempurna belum cukup pantas bahkan untuk sekedar disadari wujudnya.

Mengingatkanku pada sesuatu, mungkin seseorang mungkin juga rasa.

thelovejournals

Being loved is not the same thing as loving. When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean after years of puddle-jumping. It is realizing you have hands. It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home. Do not spend time wondering if you are the type of woman men will hurt. If he leaves you with a car alarm heart, you learn to sing along. It is hard to stop loving the ocean, even after it has left you gasping, salty. So forgive yourself for the decisions you’ve made, the ones you still call mistakes when you tuck them in at night, And know this: know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours. Let the statues crumble. You have always been the place. You are a woman who can build it herself. You were born to build.

Sarah Kay, “The Type” (via thelovejournals)

Hati merindu pada entah siapa. Menanti seseorang tapi entah di mana. Inginnya ia menyambut seseorang dengan gempita. Seseorang yang mampu membuat kembali jiwanya bernyanyi. Seseorang yang belum bernama, tapi bayangannya lekat di hati dan ingin segera direngkuhnya.

Prama dalam 23 Episentrum, Adenita

There was someone I knew, a long time ago. I was so in love with him I couldn’t see straight. The saddest thing is, he felt the same way about me. It was easy in the beginning. All we had to do was laugh at the same things and love took care of the rest. I had never felt so connected to another person. He would always say it felt as though I was made for him. How glad he was to have met me. We were so sure of what we felt. We should have held tight, onto that certainty. There is never one particular reason why two people are pulled apart. All these years later, I have stopped looking for answers. I know better now, that love is never a guarantee. Not when you have the rest of the world to contend with. Sometimes you have to step back and look at these things from a philosophical standpoint. And I know loving him has taught me something about myself, it has broadened my understanding of the world. And if it has done the same for him, then it wasn’t all in vain.

- Lang Leav

I am afraid of being left. I am terrified of being a choice. I am scared of losing. I am sick of being a pathetic traumatic lover. Heal me baby heal me.

Aku hanya butuh terbiasa dengan sosokmu. Sosokmu berarti juga sekelilingmu. Juga gadis - gadismu dan sesak - sesak yang kubuat sendiri. Aku hanya butuh terbiasa dengan konsekwensi.

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