Catharsis

Shane | 19 | Immortalizing myself through these words

[philosophybits]

“A person may cause evil to others not only by his actions but by his inaction, and in either case he is justly accountable to them for the injury.”

— John Stuart Mill, On Liberty

[narliee]

KIKI'S DELIVERY SERVICE (1989), dir. Hayao Miyazaki

[caluanthes]

It's not really important what color your dress is, what matters is the heart inside.

KIKI’S DELIVERY SERVICE | 魔女の宅急便 | MAJO NO TAKKYŪBIN (1989), dir Hayao Miyazaki

[philosophybits]

“He who has a why in life can bear almost any how.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche, Twilight of the Idols

[studydiariesofaru]

it’s just me and my unrealistic to-do list against the world

[leahberman]

wandering dream

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[quotemadness]

“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

— Azar Nafisi (via quotemadness)

[thesubliminalheart]

There she goes standing underneath the vast night sky, braving it alone. As flecks of fire descend from the sky, her eyes reflect a coalescence of emotions— it is a mixture of sadness, for what she had before is now lost yet never completely forgotten, but more importantly, a stirring of hope, for she believes that she would catch the glimmer of tomorrow’s sun. It is in this hope that she is assured her bravery would not all be in vain.

— Hope and Bravery // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

The thing about constantly losing yourself is that you live in a recurrent fear of never again finding who you truly were.

— Untitled no. 3 // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

I have always been fond of sleeping because it’s the only time I can escape this place and fly into an ethereal world. But these past nights I keep dreading and stalling sleep. Do you know whose fault that is? Yours. These days I’ve been feeling anxious to sleep for I fear that when I wake up, you won’t be there anymore and if that happens, I will never know how to deal with that state of being bereft. Now, as you lay your pretty head to rest, just remember that I’ll be here lying on my bed beneath a starry sky, eyes open, wide awake.

— The Dreamer Who Stayed Awake // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

I feel myself coming apart. The love and warmth I once had are gone, leaving my heart with a cold emptiness I can’t seem to escape from. I want to say I feel sad, but that does not entirely describe the state that I am in because I don’t feel sad, just listless and hollow. And now I find myself taking more and more comfort to the darkness I’ve always known.

— 21st January 2017 // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

And perhaps I'm just a sea of unfinished thoughts waiting for someone who will see me as a beautiful poetry.

— Untitled no. 2 // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

The last time I slept to the thought of you was also the time I decided I've grown tired of this unsubstantial love. Your face has not haunted me in my dreams since then. But last night as I drifted to sleep, my mind decided it would once again weave me a dream of you—a dream where my heart is once again beating in time with yours, that I'm once again feeling the warmth from the palm of your hands seep through my skin. And all this time I thought I was over this, I thought I was over you, but that dream, I'm afraid, is enough to resurrect these vestigials of love I kept buried in the tiny spaces of my deceitful heart and I don't quite know how I'd recover from this glorious, beautiful downfall.

— The Dream // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

I do not recall the exact time when my heart first realized it yearns for yours. All I know is that in the moments we shared together in that four-walled space, I knew that there was something pulling me inevitably towards you—perhaps it was that constantly unruly hair of yours and my constant urge to reach out and run my fingers through it, or perhaps it was the distinct beauty and grace of your hands, so beautiful that it compels me to wonder how their warmth would feel under the coldness of mine. And it was that something that led to everything. It was how I started to long to hear your laughters for those laughters would only rarely come. It was learning that despite being color blind, your mind still holds the most colorful ideas. It was developing a habit of stealing glances at you, wishing that for once, you'd be the one to look in my direction. And it was realizing that my love for you has already broken down the walls I have put around my heart and that I do not know how I'd be able to recover from this downfall.

— Something and Everything // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

It appalls me to think that I'll always be the one writing poetry about your eyes and your soul while you go about loving someone else. But even knowing that these feelings may never reach you, still my mind never fails to romanticize every bit of you, my heart doesn't want to constrict for anyone other than you, and my hand refuses to write words that form sappy love poems if I'm not writing about you.

— The Hidden Picture // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

“What made you be like this?”, he spoke softly as he intently peered into my eyes as if he were seeing my slowly nullifying soul. I held his face in my hands, slowly brought my face near his and whispered, "My eyes were full of the love I had for you, my head drugged by the feeling of even the slightest of your touch. But then I guess, like Alice, I never was able to let go of Wonderland and it drove me to the brink of sanity. Yet all that time you never cared enough to notice because by the time I came to my senses my eyes have become cold and weary, a reflection of what's left of my heart. You, you made me like this."

— The Eyes of Regret // S.S.

[thesubliminalheart]

Bright lights glimmer to a dull glow A parade of fancy dresses and a roomful of chatter. Deep into the night, the clock began ticking slow Two wandering souls find their way to each other. Unspoken words cloud my head And my eyes cannot hold your gaze. Your laugh leaves me dumbfounded As we danced in a dreamy haze. This love leaves me stranded A reality in this ethereal moment This feeling would leave me haunted Love in a moment so evanescent

— This Must Be My Dream // S.S.