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Let’s be strangers again. Like we never knew each other, as if we’ve never been lovers. Think of me as someone who doesn’t know you personally. Spilled out everything that hurts you. Tell me about your heartbreaks and all the things that suffocating you. I’ll listen to all of the things you’ve done in the past not caring if it will change my perspective or not. Tell me, how it hurts. And how much it pains you. As if you’re talking to someone you thought you’ll never see again. As if you knew your secrets will still be safe. Let us go back to our beginnings. Let us walk towards the start. Let us be unknown to each other once more. Maybe we will fall in love with each other after it all.

ma.c.a // I love to believe that “Maybe” (via vomitingwords)

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Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.

Throne of Glass, Sarah J. Maas (via writingismyescapenow)

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‘Gifted’ (2017) Directed by Marc Webb

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“Do what you love and fuck the rest.”

Little Miss Sunshine (2006) Dir. Jonathan Dayton & Valerie Faris DoP: Tim Suhrstedt

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And maybe sometimes we shout the things we never want to say, and whisper to ourselves all the things which our hearts want to hear.

ma.c.a // “I Love You” (via vomitingwords)

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Pasensya ka na kung akala mo'y ngayon lang kita naalala, pasensya ka na kung iniisip mong sa akin ay hindi ka na mahalaga, pasensya ka na alam kong umaasa kang ako'y susulat pa, pasensya ka na ngunit nais kong maramdaman mo na para sa iyo ako'y hindi mauubusan ng tinta. Pasensya ka na kung sinubukan kong kalimutan ka. Pasensya ka na sapagkat napagtanto ko na ang malayo sayo'y hindi ko pala kaya.

Pasensya na, Tagalog ‘to, Ngunit sana'y maramdaman mo (via theprocast)

(Here’s the English version)

I’m sorry, if you thought that I have forgotten you, I’m sorry, if you thought that you’re no longer important to me, I’m sorry, I knew that you’re still hoping for me to write, I’m sorry, yet I want you to know that for you, I won’t lose my ink.

I’m sorry, if I tried to forget about you. I’m sorry, because I just realized that I can’t take being away from you.

(via vomitingwords)

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I saw him being happy with someone else, and I thought I can’t stare more, but then I decided to wait— I waited for his eyes to shine brighter than the sun, finally when it did, I realized that it’s okay. It’s alright. Even if I am no longer the reason behind.

ma.c.a // Let me love this pain (via vomitingwords)

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She clawed at her own vinyl heart and now every beat skips into the oblivion of her apathy and my love.

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You are the voices in my walls and you’re the never fading calls waking me up when others rest, you are the demon in my chest, the disruptiving thorns of a rose and the whispers in the shadows.

// R.N. j.d.m.

(via poetryandthesea)

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I saw him being happy with someone else, and I thought I can’t stare more, but then I decided to wait— I waited for his eyes to shine brighter than the sun, finally when it did, I realized that it’s okay. It’s alright. Even if I am no longer the reason behind.

ma.c.a // Let me love this pain (via vomitingwords)

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Erik had never expected things to come to this. His life was an amalgam of strange circumstances and more bizarre experiences than he could likely ever count, but this situation was one he could not have foreseen had he been given a thousand chances to guess.

Coming home to find a woman asleep on his sofa….

Her immediate presence was not something that surprised him, of course, as she had been a near constant source of consternation and disruption in his life for a little over a month now. Nor was he taken aback at her using his furniture in such a way–pillows out of place, feet on the cushions; he had long since accepted she had no sense of sitting room propriety, and therefore was hardly even horrified to see her curled up like some strange animal on the priceless piece of furniture.

But the general concept of her being here–and being comfortable enough to fall asleep in his parlor, perhaps even as she was waiting for him to return…. That was an anomaly to which he could never possibly grow accostomed. And his acceptance of this state of things baffled him even further. His life was one of routine solitude, miserable, of course, but human beings were extraordinarily adaptable, and so he had grown almost comfortable in the constant presence of aching loneliness.

Until this girl came along and upended all of that.

No, he certainly couldn’t say he’d ever expected his life to reach such a point…and yet he couldn’t say he minded it either.

Not knowing what to do was another phenomenon with which Erik was heretofore greatly unfamiliar, and even in her sleep the young woman foisted its discomfort upon him. Should he…? What, wake her? Carry her still sleeping to her room? Let her be? She seemed comfortable enough. But would she be embarrassed to awaken in such a position? And was that even his concern?

Not daring to lay a hand on that tightly curled-up form–not even fetching her a blanket for fear of bright eyes suddenly opening upon him as he laid it over her, he simply stoked the fire as quietly as he could, and left her there to sleep. It was only a few hours till morning anyway. Soon he would face the awkward task of rousing her, but for now he could steal away with only a look over his shoulder at the strange little soul slumbering on his sofa.

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You’re the moon, She’s the sun, And I’m just another star.

love triangle (via velvetwriting)

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Thorns

"Don't you think it's beautiful?" "What is?" "That roses have thorns." "And why'd you think that's beautiful?" "Do I have to give a reason why?"