trust.
wishing for a life of full of love during bedtime prayers; taking on these long rocky drives to only God knows where.
trying on a metaphor

roma★
Stranger Things
will byers stan first human second
tumblr dot com
DEAR READER
Monterey Bay Aquarium

if i look back, i am lost

Origami Around
sheepfilms
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

oozey mess

JVL
taylor price
almost home

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

tannertan36

shark vs the universe
Misplaced Lens Cap
Mike Driver
seen from Bulgaria
seen from Malaysia

seen from Singapore

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Serbia

seen from Saudi Arabia

seen from United States

seen from United Kingdom
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Belgium

seen from Italy

seen from Türkiye

seen from United States
seen from Italy

seen from Türkiye

seen from Canada

seen from Malaysia
seen from Israel

seen from Malaysia
@secret-hill
trust.
wishing for a life of full of love during bedtime prayers; taking on these long rocky drives to only God knows where.
I do not regret
Have you ever experienced hanging on the ledge? You never knew who's coming to save you - or if anyone's coming at all. You screamed for help but your voice wasn't loud enough or maybe you were just not worthy enough for the one who heard your call. Well, I, I screamed loud enough But I wasn't worthy enough for the one who heard my call. Have you ever thought of jumping off the ledge? You never knew how much the fall is going to hurt you - or break you. You didn't look down because you're afraid to know how high the fall was going to be or maybe because you just know that no one's there to catch you. Well, I, I didn't look down. I already knew that the fall will break me because no one's there to catch me. Have you ever been asked to pull someone up from the ledge? You never knew if you should do it - or if you should let them face their own battles. You reach out your hand for a moment but take it back or maybe not reach out at all to escape the burden. Well, I, I reached out my hand but took it back Because I've had enough burden. Have you ever asked someone to just let go of the ledge? You never knew how to set them free - or how to save them You didn't see that you could help them: pull them up or catch them or maybe you just had someone else in mind to save. Well, I, I knew that I could help them But I ran to someone else, I ran to someone else. I, I have made mistakes and have been the mistake. I, I have broken hearts and have been the broken one. I, I have saved someone and have jumped off the ledge. But all of these things that I have done, I do not regret. I do not regret.
For what I've done and who I've been.
My favorite prayer which: (1) I've learned from my '13-'14 Apostolate Coordinator, Ms. Karyza Leyble in our meetings and (2) now share with my own Apostolate Team as the '14-'15 Apostolate Coordinator of ACLC
Reconnecting with Payatas and KKV Community this Saturday. :')
Brave the Risks.Fall Inlove. Take on the Journey. ACLC 2014-2015
Sleepless
I miss you before I sleep, I'm with you in my dreams. I'll miss you when I wake up. I'm an insomniac.
Lights of the night
A sea of city lights envelops my night Yet, I wish on imaginary stars that I get it right. ‘I hope I’m right’, We hope we’re right.
x
The moon’s beauty shines bright, We imagine to be by each others’ side. I wish you’re in sight, You wish I’m in sight.
I miss when I saw love as something to fight for instead of something to run from.
-everything becomes more real at 12 am (via brizzlewritesthings)
Sometimes, I deny my loneliness too much.
How you killed me repeatedly
“How to kill someone; Hold their hand and then never touch their skin again, See them nearly everyday and pretend they don’t exist, Act like everything you ever said to them was a lie.”
— x (via blindthoughts)
When love beckons
I have always loved this work, especially the last stanza. :) When love beckons to you follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, so shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes you to make you naked. He sifts you to free you from your husks. He grinds you to whiteness. He kneads you until you are pliant; And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things love will do unto you that you might know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not with all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
For Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love.
And when you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
Think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving; To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy; to return home at eventide with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
( – Kahlil Gibran, “The Prophet”)
And if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones. 'Cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone.
So, do it. Decide. Is this the life you want to live? Is this the person you want to love? Is this the best you can be? Can you be stronger? Kinder? More compassionate? Decide. Breathe in. Breathe out and decide.
(via grillfriend)
Atleast I know that my last school year in Ateneo will be full of love because of these people. No matter what! ☺️ ❤️ aclc 14-15. I'll do my best as one of your LC7 :)
treasure or trash?
I really don't know how to feel anymore. Each time I see you, an enormous amount of care and love for you wants to burst out of my soul... I try my best to stay out of your way because we both know how this is not going to work... I try my best to turn my back on you when I know that you're there because I know how it's going to end up again... I try my best to not think of the magic in your voice when you sing with that enchanting melody from your lips... because I know that they're not meant to be for me... But when you lean on me, when you reach for my hand, when you look at me with your mysterious eyes, when you sing your songs for her, and when you wrap your arms around me, I can't help but embrace your whole wrecked self... I give in. Because you're beautiful to me... and even if it aches for me to touch you, I have to... because this is all the chance that I have to fool myself that I can have you. I embrace your heart that thirsts for a certain amount of care... and it makes me feel special... like I'm your treasure: because I can give you what you want when you need to feel like you're someone that can be unconditionally loved... But it also makes me feel like trash... yes, I'm all used up but I don't feel any worth in the end. -c.l.m.
"You were the navigator who never could lead, we were lost in the silver sea... I was the ship who was too proud to ever sink"
The Hush Sound - Echo
i’m not totally mad at you. i’m just sad. you’re all locked up in that little world of yours, and when i try knocking on the door, you just sort of look up for a second and go right back inside.
haruki murakami, norwegian wood (via fluorests)