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"If I am worth anything later, I am worth something now. For wheat is wheat, even if people think it is grass in the beginning." - Vincent Van Gogh
Painting: "Wheatfield with a Reaper" by Vincent van Gogh
“Art is to console those who are broken by life.”
— Vincent van Gogh
“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”
— (via schnapsliebe)
What does it mean to be a pillar?
In every building or structure that stands talls, there stands a pillar that keeps it strong. People are like buildings, we need someone to keep us steady, while some of people, are pillars themselves.
We keep everything from crumbling as we are the support system. But what happens when a pillar gets tired? Answer is, we don't. More like, we can't. Because pillars can't fall apart.
We have been told over and over again that not being okay, is okay. It's okay to be tired. It's alright to breakdown, but we don't realize it that much that some of us don't have the chance to be tired. Some of us don't have the luxury to fall apart.
Yet what's comforting about being a pillar, is that there are many of us. That you are not alone in this one.
To all the pillars out there, may we never fall apart. And may those who are trying their best to keep everything from falling apart, may you find your own pillar.
If I fall in love with you, you will be alive forever. You will live through my art ㅡ between my silence and my words. You will live through my poetry.
People are always drawn on to things that are beautiful and we hold on to them; and people hold on to things like they hold roses. Sometimes we don't notice that we got hurt because we can't see the thorns until we let them go. And even though letting go hurts more because we bleed, the moment it stops will be the moment we heal.
Some roses have more thorns than the others, some only have thorns on certain parts, while some have none at all and so they get picked most and trampled. What's ironic about it, is sometimes we are the people who would hold on and sometimes we are those roses.
Out of all the things I regret, I regret being alive the most.
There are two ways of growth with people — you either grow up with them, or you grow apart.
mirasolatido, Growth
Is love something that is given or earned?
Unsent letters to myself
Write to me the feelings you felt when your first friend betrayed and left you.
Does it hurt?
Whisper to me softly how it felt to be so alone when you are surrounded by people who are content with the mere presence of each other.
Does it make you cry?
Show me how it felt to weep and break your heart and do it all over again, with no one sparing a glance your way.
Does it make you hurt yourself?
Tell me how it felt to be surrounded by the people who made you who you are right now: apathetic and resentful and shattered in every possible way.
Does it make you scream?
Now, let me taste every bitter and poisonous word you tell to comfort and destroy yourself a little more, one for every moment that kills you.
How does it feel to die?
"Ang sabi nila'y may iba't-ibang paraan para umibig.
May paraan ng pag-ibig na walang hinihinging kapalit at mayroong hinihingi ang lahat.
May paraan ng pag-ibig na sobra o kulang at mayroong sapat.
May paraan ng pag-ibig na nagtitiis at mayroong nagpapalaya.
May paraan ng pag-ibig na pilit kinakalimutan at mayroong tumataya.
May paraan ng pag-ibig na makasarili at mayroong nagsasakripisyo.
May paraan ng pag-ibig na lumalaban at mayroon ding sumusuko.
Inibig ko siya sa paraang palihim; sa paraang pagsulyap at pagtago.
Inibig ko siya sa paraang ang nakakaalam lang ay ako.
Dahil ito lang ang paraan na alam ko kung paano siya ibigin — sa paraang di niya alam at hindi niya malalaman.
Sa paraang inililigtas ko ang sarili ko bago pa man ako tuluyang mahulog at masaktan.
Sa punto ng lihim at walang imik.
Inibig ko siya sa paraang tahimik.
Ikaw, sa paanong paraan ka umiibig?"
mirasolatido, Mga paraan ng pag-ibig
"Pipiliin ko ang sarili ko, higit sa iba, higit sa'yo.
Walang bahid ng pag-aalinlangan, pipiliin ko ang kapakanan ko.
Uunahan ko na kayo, dahil alam kong walang pipili sa akin,
pipiliin ko na ang sarili ko."
mirasolatido, taong makasarili
I love you all.
I pray for the Lord to calm those who are anxious and scared.
I pray for the Lord to heal those are sick.
I pray for the Lord to guide those who are lost and confused.
I pray for the Lord to comfort those who are hurt and heartbroken.
I pray for the Lord to protect everyone of his children and to keep them safe.
I pray for the Lord to feed and quench those who are hungry and thirsty.
I pray for the Lord to shelter the homeless.
I pray for the Lord to show his love to those who feel unloved and unwanted.
I pray for the Lord to show his grace and mercy to those who feel/think they’re dirty and broken.
I pray for the Lord to provide for everyone of his children.
I pray for the Lord to grant his favor to those who need it.
I pray for the Lord to show himself to those who don’t know him and to those who walked away from him.
(i) isanlibong hakbang— ito ang distansyang tinahak ng iyong mga paa
p a l a y o
sa akin.
(ii) isanlibong hakbang— higit pa rito ang pagitan ng ating mga palad, labi, hininga, kaluluwa
kahit na ilang pulgada lamang ang pagitan ng ating mga katawan.
(iii) isanlibong hakbang palayo ngunit narito pa rin ako naghihintay kahit man lang sa paglingon mo.
“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”
— (via schnapsliebe)
"You know the thing about loving someone who has a broken heart - is that despite of it being shattered, once it learns to beat again, it will love you like it has never been broken before."
mirasolatido, to all the broken hearts loving again
How do you die?
One day, you're going to ask yourself how you die without actually dying.
And you will expect someone to walk into your life. Smile brighter than the sun, soul more delicate than the moon. They will look into your eyes, but they will never see you. You will have an answer, "To die, without actually dying, is to love someone who will never love you back."
Yet you will realize, that is just a mere attempt. You will get broken, but you won't die.
And that's when another one will walk towards you. This time, unexpectedly. They will walk and make you doubt everything you have ever believed about love. They will come in a time where your heart's shattered pieces are scattered. And that person will wait. Until you heal. Until all of it is whole again. Until your heart is ready to love again. And you will be.
Then that person will disappear.
That is when you will realize the real answer. "To die, without actually dying, is not to love someone who will never love you back, but to love someone, who will love you back; and then you lose them."
mirasolatido, How do you die?