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You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don’t. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.
Rumi (via wordsnquotes)
Great things are done by a series of small things brought together.
Vincent Van Gogh (via wordsnquotes)
I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster (via wordsnquotes)
FOR THE BOY IN MY DREAMS
I thought I have gotten over you. I thought I am okay with the past behind my back. But as I lay here, I begin to admit to myself that I was faking it. All of it. I miss you so much, this is the truth. I just thought that if I fake it, I can make it through. And yes, I am making it through the days, weeks, and months. But I know for myself that I only do this masquerade because there's no other way out of the misery. I know that if I tell other people this thing, they would not understand how my heart still aches and how I still long for your love. Those sweet words and chords that you used to dedicate to me, those hugs and kisses that were once warming me - I still miss them. As the time went on, I started to think that maybe I am only missing the acts and ways and the feeling they give, but not actually you. But I doubted this when you became a frequent visitor in my dreams. You were there in my subconsciousness like you were real. And it hurts when I wake up knowing it's just in my dreams that we could still be that close and everything is in place. It makes me look back, reminisce and delve into the times that we have shared. Then I would see that among the notifications on my Facebook were the memories of the same day years ago. I would dare to peek through the tagged photos, notes and posts. I would even click for the comments. We were happy and in love. And then I would start questioning the present circumstances and look for reasons. But it seems that I could not accept the conclusion I was always arriving at: you don't love me anymore. It's a cycle. It will always start from a dream, and then I would remember you throughout the day. And then there's this song that would scratch up the scar more. Voicing out what I was thinking and feeling: that you probably were having your better times with someone new and I was here being consoled by friends and people around me that I would feel better too, but I knew for myself that I was happier with you. It sucks. It's unfair that I was the only one suffering from the breakup that I did not even want to happen. It's sad that I had to be this attached even if I don't have anything to hold on to. There was nothing to claim anymore because there's nothing left from the relationship. And yet, I still mourn for the loss of a great love I once experienced with you. You could not blame me, you gave me so much happiness to feel, and now, I have so much to remember even after our story was done. I think I started to dream of you when we met at your grandfather's funeral. When I went there, I reminded myself that I visited to condole, and that our business was long done and was a different matter from the reason why I was there at your residence once again. I did not want to act affected by our breakup which took place only virtually months ago. I did not open up about it, even though I really want to hear your reasons and apologies. I did not want to seem that I was there because of our issues. So we went on talking about your grandpa's life and how it ended. We also casually chatted about each other's lives now, careful not to touch our estranged relationship. After a short while, you suggested for me to go home because it was getting late, and I agreed only because we did not have seats to occupy anymore. But if truth be told, I would want to stay and to have a longer talk with you about random things, school stuff, and other personal matters. When was the last time that we have a conversation like this, I thought to myself. We never bothered each other after you officially broke up with me through messenger. My reason was that I did not want to appear pathetic for begging you for attention after what you did, and maybe yours was that you did not really want us to be connected anymore since you have your new girl already. That really hurts. Anyway, I missed talking with you. That night at the funeral, I realized that I miss you more than I hate you. But of course, I would not want to be under your shade again. I promised myself that thrice is enough to keep me from coming back to the love that has been put aside for same reason in different instances. I did this because I just wanted to be honest with myself about how I feel for you now despite what happened to us. Yes, I still miss you, I still haven't moved on, you're still in my heart, and my dreams were reminding me of these truths. But along this bare proclamation, I am hoping to be done with my feelings for you so that I could afford a brand new start. I pray that I would be able to go past through this phase and reach the point where you will no longer appear in my dreams. I also pray that I would find my own someone new, someone who is worthy, someone who is meant to stay this time, for life.
Baby you look happier, you do My friends told me one day I'll feel it too And until then I'll smile to hide the truth But I know I was happier with you
Ed Sheeran, Happier
So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.
Colum McCann, Let the Great World Spin (via wordsnquotes)
And when I think of love, I wish I didn’t think of all the dark and hurtful things you did to me.
emmaliaarneaud (via wnq-writers)
A Y O K O N A
Noon, sinabi mong hindi mo ko pababayaan
Ngayon, bakit mo ako iniwan?
Dati, marami tayong plano,
Ngunit ngayong wala na tayo, paano?
Paano na ang mga bagay na pinangako,
Itatapon na lang ang lahat dahil tuluyan nang napako,
Ang hirap naman kasi sa'yo,
Pinaniwala mo kong walang hanggan ang pagsuyo.
Noon, akala ko kaya natin,
Ngayon, ayoko nang pilitin,
Dati, bukambibig mo'y 'mahal kita'
Ngunit ngayong meron ka nang iba, Paano?
Paano na lang ang mga pinagsamahan,
Mga masasayang pinagsaluhan,
Ang hirap naman kasi sayo,
Ang lakas mong magpaikot,
At sa dulo'y ibabaon mo na sa limot.
Paano naman ako?
Sobra kitang minahal,
Di pa ba sapat,
Di ka ba nanghihinayang sa lahat?
Paano naman ako?
Sobra akong nagdasal,
Na sana umayon ang tadhana,
Na sana ikaw na nga ang itinakda.
Siguro masaya ka na,
Siguro maluwag ka nang nakakahinga
Pero kung ako ang tatanungin,
Hiling ko lang, sana nalulungkot ka rin,
Na nagdurusa't nagsisisi ka
Sa pagbitiw mo sa atin.
Gaya ng pagkalugmok ko gabi-gabi
At pagkukunyaring totoo ang ngiti sa mga labi.
Pero kahit na ano pang sabihin ko,
Hindi na rin naman maibabalik ang pag-ibig mo,
Hindi ko na rin gugustuhin pang ipagsiksikan
Ang pag-ibig na iyo nang sinukuan.
Matagal na kong naghahabol,
Napapagod na rin akong humagulgol
Sa harap mo, sa mga kaibigan ko,
Pati na sa tuwing mag-isa ako sa kwarto.
Ayoko nang may luha pang papatak
Dahil sa puso kong dinurog mo't pinahamak.
Sawa na kong magpaka-tanga sa pag-iyak
Sa kaka-pilit sayo't kakatulak,
Pabalik sa akin, pabalik sa atin,
Sa tahanang sabay nating binuo,
Gamit ang bawat yakap at halik sa noo,
Bawat ngiti at tinginang masuyo,
Bawat palitan ng tawa at matatamis na salita.
Ayoko na, ayoko na,
Pero paano nga ba,
Paano bang makalimutan ka,
Paano bang maging masaya
Nang hindi ka naiisip sa tuwina?
Sa mga oras na nagpapaka-abala,
Pinipilit kong iwaglit na
Sa utak ko ang mga alaala,
Pero hindi madaling limutin ka,
Dahil higit sa utak, nasa puso kita.
Remember when we were kids and everyone tried to tell us the world was a good and fair place? What in the hell was that all about?
hostess-of-death (via wnq-writers)
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Bordeaux-based illustrator Nicolas Jolly is known for his exquisite and abstract watercolor illustrations. Jolly effortlessly navigates the realms of abstract art and delicacy in each piece. Often depicting the beauty of Parisian and New York architecture, Jolly captures the urban beauty of the cities’ elegance and grittiness. Find his work in his Society6 and Etsy shop.
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Book of the day: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
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Book of the day: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
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Book of the day: The Power of Now by Eckhart Tolle
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Book of the day: No Matter The Wreckage by Sarah Kay
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“…all you can do is write the story you have to tell and hope that it heals someone else’s wound besides your own.”
—Jami Attenberg (2016)
Book of the day: No Matter The Wreckage by Sarah Kay
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I know we don’t talk much anymore I’m sorry I’ve been a bit tired lately I hope your smile’s as prevalent as ever I know it’s been a bit hard lately But you’re still worth more than you know And if you haven’t had the energy To light the sky with your sunset smile If you’re feeling hopeless again If your hands are reaching for a light you can’t find Here’s your reminder To breathe To get back up Darling a piece of my heart still belongs to you You’re gonna be alright
//The shattered flower (via thesocietyofpoets)
Nah. I'm so done with the bs.
