My life’s become as vapid as 
a night out in Los Angeles, 
and I just wanna stay in bed
and hold you like I used to,
and know that I am home, 
so darling, if you love me,
would you let me know?

123 Notes | Posted on May 25, 2014

It’s all butterflies when it starts
but falls apart
on the one year mark

you ask yourself where it went wrong,
but there are no answers,
not even when you thought you found them
when he sang you that song.

I told you not to fall in love,
It will seem great and make you feel
like you’re on the top of the world,
but over the course of time it dries and expires,
and you will hurt over the things you dearly hold.

17 Notes | Posted on May 25, 2014

Anonymous asked:
I suddenly realize this while looking through your posts about C. It's that you two could be soulmates or something considering you two possess that same perfectly imperfect rabbit teeth. Haha! Stay strong you guys xx

And the big forehead. Hehe, thank you! :)

2 Notes | Posted on May 24, 2014

I love you, but I’m mad at you is one of the most freeing, important things you can say in a stable relationship. Does that make sense? To know that you have the ability and the right to be mad at someone and know that it doesn’t mean things are over, that it doesn’t mean things are irreparable. That it just means I’m mad, but God, I love you. I love you. Now leave me alone.

— To be good, to save nothing  (via brighteryellow)

197964 Notes | Posted on May 24, 2014 Source: brighteryellow / eletheowl

Nothing soothes you.

I have tried the incense sticks,
the Chamomile lotion,
the jasmine tea, the silence.

There is nothing to be done for you.
I am ready to forgive myself for that.

I am ready to stop viewing your
sadness as a failing on my part.

— Donna-Marie Riley, Go Gently About Your Love   (via ismiamora)

940 Notes | Posted on May 24, 2014 Source: five--a--day / eletheowl

shutter-cache asked:
"the pressure of having to make the most out of every moment, the moments have already gone" This line really got to me. :( You are such a great writer and I absolutely adore your blog!

Thank you so much! :) <3 

5 Notes | Posted on May 21, 2014

Anonymous asked:
Hello! (I'm a frosh in DLSU-STC, btw.) Did your boyfriend go to STC today (or if you read this late, last May 16)? He was giving out Plaridel newspapers, right? Right? And since I saw him I thought you were there too but I didn't see you so I guess you didn't go there so I thought of telling him to say my hi to you but then who am I to do such a thing so here I'm telling you that at least I've seen your other half and it kind of sort of felt like seeing you in person too :)

Hello! Thanks for being so sweet :) Yup, he did go to STC. I was in a team building seminar that day so I wasn’t able to go there, but Plaridel’s recruiting sometime in June, and I’m actually hoping to get the chance to go there as well, so maybe we could see each other during recruitment week! :D

Anonymous asked:
did you and c break up?

How can you ever think of something so unthinkable! Lol no haha we didn’t :))

Today marks my last first day of school, the first day of my last year in the university. It was no big deal to me, I went to school today feeling unusually calm. No worries about what was ahead of me, because everything that I could ever encounter on a first day, I already had.

It was not until I took my first step inside the university that I realized how much change is taking place somewhere so familiar.

Today, the usual sea of people was merely a sea of people. A pool of faces I barely know, mostly irritating me with their loudness and their inability to feel that they are blocking the way. Their murmurs echoed throughout the walls of the restrooms, worrying about how they can’t repeat outfits and how slang all the other students are. 

The sea of people wasn’t a crowd of acquaintances and people you recognize by face anymore. Most of these people have gone now. 

The usual places I went to felt different, porous even. Full of holes left by the people who have left, holes we have to fill. 

The responsibilities dawn on us, all the challenges we have to face and as we look at the rough road ahead of us, all we can do is sigh. At the end of it all, the challenges and responsibilities and the pressure of having to make the most out of every moment, the moments have already gone. 

But then I go up to the fifth floor of SPS, and I find peace, the kind of peace that says “I’m still the same even if all the others have changed”. Peace that is given by both old and new found friends, peace given by the corners you have touched.

The same people who give me the sense of fulfillment, the same people who tell me to keep going. They leave a light inside of me that makes me think it is sufficient, that it is all that I need.

Then I leave through the door and down the dim-lighted stairs and remind myself to be brave, because there is absolutely nothing to be afraid of. But there’s that little tiny voice inside of my heart that trembles because the stairs I used to descend with a hand holding mine, I need to descend alone.

8 Notes | Posted on May 21, 2014