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Hi everyone! This blog might be not be active anymore due to email issues. Follow me at www. brightrecyclednight.tumblr.com Thanks!
This tumblr blog will be closing out soon.
Because of yahoo being hacked, I no longer have the information to access this blog. And if you're wondering why I was able to post this, it's because it was still logged in in my old phone. I'll be posting the new URL of a new Tumblr account soon. See ya.
Still.
Well. I opened up my old phone only to realize this account is still logged in.omg.
Everybody wants a flame, but they don’t want to get burnt.
James Blunt, Bonfire Heart (via music-and-quotes)
"she was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her." Rupi Kaur
and when you’re alone alone with your mind do you think of me do you waste your time? and when you’re with them with your demons and all do you search for me and seek for my call? but what if one day i decided not to stay would you still look after me would you still wait? but what if one day i told you to stop would your monsters hate me or would you set them and yourself free?
“i want him to be free, so i left” ((prompt))
I’m not really getting over you. I’m only telling myself I am. You still make me nervous so my hands sweat and my heart races. Your laugh still gives me butterflies. Your touch still makes the hair on my arms rise. You make me fall in love with you again everyday. I’m not getting over you, I never was.
// 2.28.16 I probably never will (via reminisconce)
Napakadaling malunod sa akalang ang iyo ay mananatiling iyo
Juan Miguel Severo
I love you, I do - you have my word. You have all my words.
― Lang Leav, Lullabies
Forget butterflies. You awaken tidal waves inside me, darling.
Sade Andria Zabala | A Haiku On Infatuation
My nerves are wreckage from your touch.
(via surfandwrite)
hey friend thank you for quoting my writing! :D - Sade Zabala
No problem! best regards.
How to Pretend It Doesn’t Hurt, by Ashe Vernon
When he says he doesn’t love you anymore, roll your shoulders back and look him in the eye even when it feels like your ribs are breaking inward; like spider legs.
When he digs up old aches that he swore he forgave you for, smile and ask him why he didn’t leave you sooner.
Ignore the way the words feel like sandpaper running all the way up your throat to your mouth.
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When he blames you for mistakes that wear his face, do not scream.
Do not cry.
Tell him that there are boys who would be proud to say they’d love you.
Tell him that in two years you won’t even remember his name and don’t let him see the way you can taste your own lie.
When he leaves, ignore the howling in your blood and do not get up after him. Not even to lock the door.
Do not, do not, DO NOT. Smell his shirts when you box them up to give them back. Not one.
Swear off dating when you realize you’re chasing ghosts that wear his smile.
It’s okay to cry over him. It’s even okay to forgive him. But do not go back to him if he did not know how to love you the first time. He won’t know how to do it the next. —
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Monday Haze.
Someone asked me today to be his girlfriend. I said a hard "NO" and told him to carry on. And what's sad about it ,is that, I am almost into liking him but my senses are telling me not to do it anymore.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun.
Buti Nalang.
Buti nalang hindi maganda ang pagkakahasa ng mga ngipin mo, kung hindi inisip ko na na ikaw ang nagmamay-ari ng mga sulyap na ngiting nasa kupas na larawan na nakita ko.
Do you ever wish that you just stayed?