Another Page of Musings

I sometimes think in fragmented thoughts. I sometimes construct whole phrases. Those sometimes develop into full compositions. This is a place to share my ideas at whatever stage they are in.

[nevver]

The Bouletcorp (more)

[baidarka]

always reblog for the exact same experiences in the exact same old toyota and how much it colored my life as i know it

[syntacticsymphony]

Remember when "olive juice" was our favorite phrase to mouth, because those two little words seemed safer than the three?

[syntacticsymphony]

I know that nothing is permanent....but you are the first person to make me wish otherwise.

Change is hard. :/

[syntacticsymphony]

#postitforheartbreak

Why do we view breakups and unrequited love as such a bad thing? You loved someone? Good. You learned to trust? Good. You felt cherished, heard, respected, worthwhile? Good. You communicated your feelings, thoughts, frustrations, hopes, dreams? Good. You let yourself believe good things can happen? Good. You put the needs of someone else above your own? Good. You found happiness in the happiness of another? Good. You discovered that not all wounds are visible? Good. You realized that not all promises are made to be broken...but sometimes are anyway? Good. We need to stop looking down on heartbreak and remember that all it really means is that something even better will follow.

[infamoussayings]

Human beings, who are almost unique in having the ability to learn from the experience of others, are also remarkable for their apparent disinclination to do so.

Douglas Adams (via infamoussayings)

[syntacticsymphony]

I’d rather be blue thinking of you. I’d rather be blue over you, than be happy with somebody else.

Funny Girl

[syntacticsymphony]

She had prettier eyes, and an approachable smile. And like him, rough around the edges, casual style. And like him, everything was in disorganized piles. And like him, it didn't matter if a friend stayed a while, 'cause she was like him, and he liked her. He reckoned she would like him if she knew he was like her. And it was different this time.

Harry Baker “Fifty-Nine”

[emmbotido]

Eh ganun talaga siya. Minsan sweet, minsan hindi. Minsan mgpaparamdam tapos mawawala na ulit.

[y3]

fall in love with the person who loves you back and won’t care if you take their pillow in the middle of the night. fall in love with the person who uses their ribcage as a barricade around their heart and you’re the only one who has ever made it through. fall in love with the idea of love and don’t settle until you find the one who makes you believe in the butterflies in your stomach.

Bejal (via x69o)

[paralian]

I'm trying so hard To be the kind of person You could learn to love

Haiku. (via paralian)

[latenightcornerstore]

A love note to the boy with the red nail polish- the one on the bus, white-knuckle grip on the straps of his backpack: grey hoodie and split lip. To the boy with ink stains on the back of his left hand; I get those, too, when I write too much. For the heavy of your head and the hurry of your heart, this is every fractured  "I love you" that I had no right to- how I imagined you on street corners, saw you in strangers, while you watched your feet like you thought they were leaving without you. I've felt that, too: a body on the edge of revolution, dragging itself towards something just past the horizon. I know a heartache when I see one and, oh, the aching that was you: leftovers from the boys who wouldn't stop kicking. I see you. I see you.

THE BOY ON THE BUS (via latenightcornerstore)

[syntacticsymphony]

Don't ask me what I want for my birthday...

The only thing I can think of is YOU.

[syntacticsymphony]

Can this even be "love"?

That sinking feeling when you realize you might actually be in love...entirely unrequitedly. A love that has become embedded so deeply in your heart that you don't know how to escape it. A love that has moved beyond a physical attraction or desire for affection to a deep and abiding admiration, respect and trust. A love that lets you view the world clearly, and understand him more fully than ever before. A love that encompasses not only his hopes and dreams, hobbies, passions, ambitions, and experiences, but also his insecurities, reluctancies, and shortcomings. A love that has been developed through two years of earnest, selfless prayer on his behalf. A love that wants to be the answer to every concern, the solution to every problem, or at least the partner and teammate at every crossroad. A love that is willing to step aside if another is preferred. A love whose heart breaks at the realization that soon he will be gone. A love who is already mourning the distance and dreading the thought. A love that can't express, but feels so much more than she knows how to handle.

[syntacticsymphony]

The list of things I love about you is getting disconcertingly long... I wish you would overhear the thoughts I can't bring myself to say.

[syntacticsymphony]

Sabi nga nila, di ko naisip nang nakilala kita na balang araw mamahalin pala kita. Sabi nga nila, di ko napansin kita, di ko alam kung kailan ako nagsimulang ibigin ka. Sa akin, di yan totoo. Alam ko, kahit unang beses kita nakita at nakilala, alam kong magiging lahat ka sa akin. Kinuha mo kasi ang aking puso.

[syntacticsymphony]

Midnight Mirror Musings

It's a strange thing when society or others attempt to inject you with desires and goals. They tell you that you should be seeking for something, yearning for this thing, and it should permeate your being and life. It is a strange thing to see others around you comply so genuinely with that expectation. And not because it is an expectation, but because they sincerely have that urge. It is strange to be surrounded by it, and yet feel so distant from it. To feel so disconnected that you hunger for a mere inclination. You imagine what it might feel like to be in their shoes and feel what they are feeling, yet even your creative mind falls short of the task. You try to recall times in your past when you tasted that passion, that longing. It feels less than a shadow. An incomplete memory. It is a perfect glass slipper which you seem to have outgrown. It is strange to think that this is your future for the moment. Just window shopping, watching others try on dreams, yet content to be standing there on the outside. It is strange to look in the mirror and know every hope you are failing to fulfill, and to see staring back at you someone who is simply...happy.

[j-the-latter-gay-saint]

Haiku 1

If I could stop time And be free from consequence, I’d kiss you just once.