so say what you wanna say.

[tatiyana28]

The House

I found that house you were talking about. The one with the broken and boarded-up windows. The one with paint peeling off its tired walls.

There’s an old car still parked in the garage — its bumper dented, its edges kissed with rust.

The tree in the garden has grown wild, its branches stretching like memory, and the fence — the one lined with flowers — is still trying to bloom through the cracks.

You were right. The house is home

[tatiyana28]

DEAD DOGS

Dead dogs in the hallway. Dead dogs on the balcony. Dead dogs on the rooftop. Dead dogs in the ground.

We step over memories, pretending we don’t see the bodies or the weight they leave behind.

Dead dogs in our stories. Dead dogs in our sleep. Dead dogs in the places where love once barked and waited.

Dead dogs everywhere.

[tatiyana28]

She always knows where to find me — Sadness. She knocks on the door and says, “I heard you were looking for an old friend.” And I say, “Yes, come in.”

Nobody can reach us then.

We fill the room with stories about people who don’t exist and listen to songs that sound like they were written for us. It’s a competition, really.

Then we open a bottle of wine and try not to crack the glass, because the sound reverberates through our bones, and that’s harsh.

I ask her, “What do you think tomorrow will be like?” She smiles faintly and replies, “I don’t know. But I have you for today.”

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[letterslostandfound]

Life's as kind as you let it be...

I read one quote --'Life's as kind as you let it be' -- somewhere, years ago. It took me a while to grasp its depth. Then I read it again. 'Life will be kind to you, only if you let it be, and as much as you let it be,' I told myself, out loud. Soon, like any other millennial, I turned to my social media and shared the quote with my 'followers'. Some appreciated, most weren't able to comprehend. That day I told myself, that I want to abide by this quote. I will be kind to myself, to my life and to everyone around me. Isn't this the only way to build a life which is bustling with kindness?

But ...I failed. Life threw rocks at me, and instead of nurturing my wounds and putting those rocks aside, I said 'You deserved it, you didn't make the right choices, you were driven by emotions, you were not wise enough, you are an emotional fool, etc and etc.' I forgot to shower, or even drizzzle myself with kindness.

Why is it so easy to be kind to your loved ones or even a stranger? But so hard to apply the same when it comes to our own selves. One small mistake, and we start with the blame game: 'You should have been careful, you should have thinked twice'. Haven't we read the quote 'to err is human' when we were in school?

Mistakes are a part of life. They are like wrong trains, some of them take you to place of darkness, while others might land you somwhere nice. So why fear making mistakes? Why not be that mother to your soul, who hugs her child even tighter when she breaks a glass vase? Why not be that father to your heart, who still pays for his child's next trip, knowing they have not been a good kid all year long?

Let's make this vow to be kind to our soul, our being, our body, mind and heart. Because don't forget, 'Life's as kind as you let it be.'

(Photo: Google)

[quotefeeling]

“Some people live in cages with bars built from their own fears and doubts. Some people live in cages with bars built from other people’s fears and doubts; their parents, their friends, their brothers and sisters, their families. Some people live in cages with bars built from the choices others made for them, the circumstances other people imposed upon them. And some people break free.”

— C. JoyBell (via thoughtkick)

[tatiyana28]

The rats gonna eat our house and when they're done, they're gonna kick us out.

[thoughtkick]

“There are two types of people you will meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that peak their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe unfold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“Some people think that to be strong is to never feel pain. In reality the strongest people are the ones who feel it, understand it, accept and learn from it.”

— Unknown (via nightlyquotes)

[memoirofme]

Some people can sense storms;

They feel the rain’s promise in their bones

And hear the thunder far before it turns up

The ears of others, painting the sky a deep shade of smoke.

They’re people that aren’t afraid of a little fear,

When the wind rocks the trees

And threatens to bend

The aging wood of their houses.

I am one of these watchers,

Who always finds her face pressed

Too close to the windows

When the world starts to stir.

How exciting;

When the living room lights up

With the flashing of the night.

High up above me,

Giants begin to play.

S.a

[harrypotterhousequotes]

SLYTHERIN: “Skin doesn’t get thicker. Instead, it remembers.” –Robin Roe (A List of Cages)

[booksquoteslife]

[kidgillis]

What are you searching for? Because you're seeking something. You wander around aimlessly looking for it. What is it? The thing you lost along your path? What was it? How did it happen? Do you remember that day? The moment when you noticed it was gone. The second your heart stopped beating and panic set in. How did it feel? Were you afraid of what would happen next? Were you suprised to find out you were so irresponsible? And, what was it? The thing you lost. A person, a piece of you, a purpose, or a phase? Did you need it? Did you love? Are you still seeking after it, hoping it'll be returned to you? You're walking your path. Eyes wandering along the way - distracted. Mind full of scenarios - questioning. Heart still broken - doubting. And, I wonder if it was worth it. Did it truly have great value? Was it worth the efforts spent ravishing the earth for? Do you truly love and appreciate it or was it taken for granted? It's crazy to me, how we can spend our whole life searching for meaning. Even when the meaning is right infront of us. No signs or wonders needed, just faith in ourselves and whatever we believe in...

[elcorazonpoetico]

Haunted House

I was once a Haunted House harboring parts of stories that should've been done & buried

Remains of Spirits that roamed my hallways

Hollow yet alive

Existing just decaying

The darkness that numbed the heart also revived it

Through the energy of the full moon

La Luna allowed her to beat again

Waves of energy light up the spaces within, that were once hidden & shamed

It opened the windows & released the demons that tried to invade & make their home

I became the Temple no longer haunted

Peacefulness isn't always the easiest to find

So I create it within

I sent the souls my love & showed them the light. -E.P.Mendoza

[booksquoteslife]

[juansendizon]

“I have nothing else to do as the sun rose but go back to sleep for my dreams were better than my reality. I felt fed up with my routine so as soon as the alarm clock rang I placed it inside the fridge, fed my dog biscuits and got back to sleep. I dreamt of a million rats racing towards their desires in life dressed up as humans with coats and tie with dresses and heels and I was glad that I wasn’t in any part of it – for the thing about always working and working and hustling towards a certain pursuit of happiness is that people tend to forget that the special things in life are found when you’re comfortably at peace with yourself: singing along to love songs during midnight, watering your garden, writing in your diary, appreciating the silence and not worrying all the time if what you’re doing is productive or not since we’re not made to be robots. Sometimes it’s best to let the things you love make you feel inspired and happy and trust that your life is still meant for something beautiful and lovely – and I woke up at 3 pm lit a cigarette said hello to the pink of the sky and realized that the time we spend doing nothing isn’t actually for nothing. Sometimes it’s everything we can ask for in this world that wants to keep us unhappy and discontent.”

— Juansen Dizon, The lazy day 

[desideriumorsa]

Fear creeps up my neck,

A cold wet grip around my throat,

And demands,

What do you know?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing, but you.

Then she smiles,

Satisfied,

Knowing she owns me.

Despite that her hands are phantom,

And after all these years,

I’ve never seen a bruise.