January 2010
“I was taught never to ask for anything, growing up. The answer was usually a no.”
We find out that -
Distance could just be the formula for two to get closer. Like a kite, one tries to fly, while the other tugs.
The only way to care, is to do it from a distance, listening, not out reaching. Watching, not commenting. That distance. Is now golden.
I grew up righteous. I was taught to be helpful. That used to gain me good remarks, scribbled in pride across my report books. We were convinced that could help anyone we want to. We were wrong. Some people prefer wayward paths, they didn’t care to think what’s right. You were not considered saving, only stopping.
“Now that I have written many words,
and let out so many loves, for so many,...”
– Cigarettes And Whiskey And Wild, Wild Women, Anne Sexton (via nostalgicdreams)
“I don’t know why we all hang on to something we know we’re better off letting...”
– (via mariziacamille) (via skycastles) (via paganpoetry)
“We don’t need a list of rights and wrongs, tables of do’s and don’ts: we need...”
– Philip Pullman (via justbesplendid)
“And lightning don’t strike The same place twice When you and I Said goodbye I felt the angels cry
True love’s a gift We let it drift In a storm Every night I feel the angels cry”
— Angels Cry
Friendship is not about knowing someone’s name, being a friend people’s facebook, or simply seeing a person around for years. Friendship is not about sitting around gossiping about people, building rapport together against the poor soul, rather than actually knowing the person you are gossiping with. Friendship is not about assumption. It is non-judgemental, with a quiet support. Have...
The messier it is. The clearer it seems. Cause through the chaos, We learn to see, Who the angels are.
Thankful For.
Today I am thankful for my friends, my love ones, Rudie for once being by my side, and for those whom never left me. I am thankful for the support, tough like pillars to a roof, to keep me walking- like a crutch to a disabled.
Thank you all. Love.
Take Time.
Yesterday I was in a stationery shop. They had little quaint diaries, where one could fill in their goals, their midnight inspirations, yet - one caught my eye. It was a notebook for gratitude(s). One where we could fill in daily. Not letting good things pass us, forgetting them. Many people forget to say thank you. Many people forget why good things happen. Many people take things for...
“Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses...”
– Sylvia Plath (via thingsgohazy)
“I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and...”
– Nicholas Sparks (The Notebook) (via justbesplendid)
“Some days I feel like I have so much to say, yet can’t seem to find the...”
190109. Remembrance of Rudie.
You’ve been gone for a year, and not a day passed by without me missing you. You devoted 9 years for me, in exchange, I will dedicate my an ink on my skin- in memory of you, for as long as I live. Till the day you lay with me, I love you still- Rudie. My dear white wolf.
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Lost by Anouk
If roses are meant to...
