#heartspills

[heartsplits]

Mole crickets are so cute I'm going to get violent. Their digging forelimbs are like little paws and it makes me Happy

[heartsplits]

I think so-called "girlbloggers" need to get weirder and more raw and deranged. This is level 1 female rage. Growth is needed to be less restricted

[heartsplits]

Sometimes it feels more isolating to recover than to be sick

[heartsplits]

Whenever I feel like things have changed for the better, it's really just a new paint job to the same room I've been in the whole time

[pennedmercies]

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Practice: Revised and edited edition “Manzanillo” by Alfred G. Robyn 🎶 I sometimes wish that I was trained in widow piano playing (since I’m currently having a challenging time self-learning it.. and in many ways, it is more useful in practical&random situations when accompaniment is needed), instead of learning to play the piano through each note from a musical piece.. but when I hear beautiful music that would enthuse me to learn to play them, I realize that it is more realistic to play them accurately through a piece rather than doing so by ear. Both would be preferred over another in their own times of relevancy, I suppose. 🙂 Glad and grateful that although an average or perhaps less, am still able to enjoy this to a fair degree. Thankful to the Lord that my mom was willing to enroll me to piano lessons when I was young. God is the greatest composer of all! How amazing is God’s idea and invention of music. How pleasant it is to behold beauty even with eyes closed. It is one of His most precious gifts to man. ☺️ Sept17.2018/mon #music #practice #miniblogger #heartspills #piano https://www.instagram.com/p/Bn0K6wBBr-r/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=701o0h1l406z

[divineportwine12]

Late Night Espresso Thoughts

I remember how we met, from the first interaction to the day when we finally met. There was something about you. I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. I know you will burn me, annihilate me, yet I could not stop the attraction. You were trouble that much was true. I was intrigued by your mind and when we finally met, it was your eyes that set the roller coaster in motion. I saw the past I had in your eyes and I was sold. You were a ghost and I was hopelessly in love with the dead. I should have known you were in disguise but instead of reciting holy verses, I was chanting from a forbidden scripture, hoping that maybe this time, I will reign over the devil. True to your nature, you tamed the nastiest demons and banished it to the darkest corners of my being simply with a smile. But like everything the devil promised, it comes with a hefty price, a price I was willing to pay so foolishly because I was slowly sinking into the depths of your deception.

It has been awhile, but hello there old friend. You are about to undo every binding and protection I have against you and I will gladly allow you to. We will flirt and play the same game again but I wonder if I will win this time.

Hello old friend, we meet again. Pray tell, about your secrets and the stories you hoard? We will meet under the setting sun and talk about it as the skies fade from velvet to black,

over cups of espresso.

your eyes, your beautiful lies.

[ehsaas12]

050114, 1.39 am

I've tried to rationalize and convinced myself of the lie that I am different from the rest when in the early stages of love and infatuation. The truth is I am as vulnerable as the ones I counsel. I am as broken as the ones that seek solace in the shade of my heart. I am made of the same sparkly nonsense when it comes to love. I am as giddy as the girl I used to make fun of. I smile stupidly when your name flashes on my phone screen as I remember your smile and the laughter in your eyes. The thought of honey flowing in my veins instead of blood both sickens me and fills me with a glow that illuminates the irises of my eyes. I can try and lie to the world that I am heartless and the key to my heart is rusting somewhere at the bed where broken hearts are buried but the truth is that I am capable of emotions, my soul longs for it's mate. I've suppressed the roses from blooming in the chambers of my heart that now the vines are twining around my rib cage, slowly fusing the thorns with the bones that the prickling is now akin to a salve, soothing the cuts on the surface of my soul.

Elmo, you should know that I am no different from you. I think you know it too. But I am way too egotistical to admit that fact so this is for you.

And I am thankful for the people who knows of my weakness and not use it against me or manipulate it to benefit them. Each day, I thank the Divine for the blessings he's bestowed on me in the form of people I've grown to love dearly. For without them, I won't be who I am today.

[nocturnanuria12]

Alternate life(books and TV)

I have the best people ever in my life as my really good friends. But in a parallel life, I'd love to have -a brother/bestfriend figure like Derek Morgan and Ali Zafar -an annoying elder brother like Dinozzo n Imran Khan -Uncle like Aaron Hotchner -Father figure like Rossi or Gibbs -girlfriends and sister figures like Prentiss and Jill Kismet who can just chill and a smoke or two when I need it, JJ and Rizzoli to knock some sense into me when I'm up to crack shit, Ziva David to teach me words in foreign language and cultural comparison with. -Maura Penelope Abby and Reid to go to fancy art shows and comic cons with -A Molly Carpenter and Max Black to remind me and keep me grounded. And -a Bestfriend, boyfriend, soulmate like Matthew Gray Gubler.