You know⦠I wish I couldāve stayed cooped up in my room, ears shut. But⦠if i had⦠the burnt ashes of the dead would never have forgiven me.Ā
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You know⦠I wish I couldāve stayed cooped up in my room, ears shut. But⦠if i had⦠the burnt ashes of the dead would never have forgiven me.Ā
I admire people who do exercise with no music like you are putting your body in pain while being alone with your thoughts⦠that“s double torture
I donāt know how to be lord of anything. I hardly know how to use a fork. All I know is that youāre beautiful, and I love you, and none of it will be worth anything if youāre not with me. So be with me. Be my wife. Be the Lady of Stormās End.
Any Tiara You Like
Hold! Stand still! Let me admire you for a second Tons of sorrows you have taken Countless aching tears have fallen Yet, I have never been forsaken
Sit! Just for a moment! Let me dive into your eyes for a minute Reminiscing millions candles we lit Weaving memorabilia we havenāt knitted A tight hug is all I need
Close your eyes! Lie down! Let me stay for one more hour Rest your selfless bones on my shoulder Thousand miles you crawled for a silver Only to make the moon shines brighter
Turn off your mind! Let me accompany you for the endless time Set the wild beats into a rhyme Sharing a shade is not a crime A luxury tiara will be worth a dime
Moonwalking through the years
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Merindu
Tak habis pikir lagi aku Mengapa jarak menjadi begitu tamak? Bukankah banyak siasat biar jauh terasa dekat?
Tetapi berbeda, melihat tulisanmu dengan melihat tingkah lakumu Sungguh berbeda, mendengar suaramu dengan merasakan keberadaanmu Sama sekali berbeda, memandang citramu dengan menyentuh indramu
Namun biarlah Biar aku merindu
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Kisah Senja
Ketika malam datang kamu pergi Pagi menjelang kamu belum kembali Siang pun tak dapat merayumu lagi Kuyakin senja akan mengembalikanmu pasti
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Biasa Saja
Perahumu dihantam ombak? Biasa saja Pohonmu retak dan tumbang? Biasa saja
Telingaku hanya mendengar sebelah, aku tabah Dikutuk berjalan dengan tangan, kuterima saja Bahkan jika kamu mengumpatku dengan sumpahmu sampai berbusa sabu, aku akan biasa
Dan lututmu tergores aspal -yang tidak begitu panas- sedikit saja kamu terpuruk? Sungguh biasa saja
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Penyesalan
Kemarin aku berjalan Melintasi rumah si Dia Melintas sajaā¦
Hari ini juga sama Padahal aku siapa? Aku tiada tanpa Dia
Esok⦠Ternyata aku benar tiada Harusnya aku tak melintas saja
I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesnāt exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. Itās beautiful and doomed.
Viv Albertine (via quotemadness)
My heart is just as confused As you are, Replaying every moment In my mind Trying to pick out What I couldāve said And what I shouldnāt have. I am confused because Iām caught between Letting you go And still fighting for you. I donāt know when Iāll lose the battle.
-I canāt let go yet (via tenwordstory)
Unrequited love is cruel. Because you may be rich, famous, successful, and loved by so many people; yet your mind is fixed on that one person. Money can buy you anything, yet it canāt buy her love.
She will marry some random guy, buy a home, have children, be happy, and youāll be happy for her, but you wonāt be happy.
Because youāll come home to your empty penthouse, eat with your goddamn golden knifes and forks, sleep in your king-sized bed, empty, cold; praying; be ready to give it all up, if only you could see her smile, once. At you. Because of you.
Why am I so fixed on her? There are millions of other beautiful, succesful, strong women, yetā¦yetā¦
They havenāt seen me scared of ghost stories at age 11. She has.
They havenāt seen me try, and fail, at making dumb videos at age 12. She has.
They havenāt held my hand at age 13. She has.
They havenāt sent me a stuffed animal at age 14, when I carelessly left the country. She has. I keep it. A cruel reminder.
They havenāt held long skype calls till 2 am at age 15. We have.
They havenāt fought, ignored, and then moved on with their lives at age 16. She did.
Now at age 17, we talk like strangers. She is not who I loved. To her, Iām just some text with emojis, and a face.
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Yet on the rare occasions, when I get to hear her speak. All my anxieties disappear. I forget that weāre miles away. I feel back in middle school. I feel like nothing has changed.
But it has.
I could have any woman in the world, but;
They havenāt sat in every class, every day, next to me. Theyāre not her. They never promised to save money and come visit me. She promised. Never did.
Those women are as irrelevant as dew drops in a foggy day.
I hear her talk of her new friends. New friends she has known for the last four years. I hope they make her happy. She deserves to be happy.
And whatās scariest, is that I still donāt know if Iām in love with her, or am I in love with a vision of her? Am I in love with a fantasy? How much of what I remember is her, and how much have I made up? I donāt know.
How much has she changed since I last saw her? I donāt know
There isnāt a lot i wish for. But Iāve wished and wished, to be hers. And for her to be mine. Wellā¦I suppose, I live in the wrong timeline.
I just hope, genuenly hope, that a different me, in a different time, different universe, is happy.
I hope Iām happy, somewhere. Sometime.
As for now, I hope the money will mask the sorrow on my face. And wipe my tears of nostalgia.
I will be happy for her.
She will never be happy for me.
- she wont see this anyways (11/15/16)
But am I supposed to know what love is, or to believe in it? They have all left me, left me battered and bruised with a poisoned perspective on how a human being should be treated, on how a woman of my many plights should be treated. Tell me now, is that the love I am to believe in? Or should I douse myself whilst holding those notions in gasoline, and light us on fire? Will I be pure again? Will I see love differently if I burn away the pretty surface and see it down to the raw core? Is it worth the risk of my own pure disintegration?
Ā© Kayla Kathawa (via ninakathawa)
I am not angry, Iām craving the silence that you cannot provide. I have to leave you for in the stillness, I am alive. And when I return to you I will be everything.
T.L.Vinson (via wnq-writers)
Why is it so difficult accept love from a mother, a simple word that reassures you that everything would be okay? Why do we only want to hear those words from a lover that wonāt stay?
valartowritethis (via wnq-writers)
RIP #Prince