m1racleinvoker

[m1racleinvoker]

from Vahan Teryan's letter to Nvard Toumanyan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)

[m1racleinvoker]

how beautiful it is to be the sky.

to be nothing but everything at the same time.

[m1racleinvoker]

“You don’t have to live forever, you just have to live.”

— Natalie Babbitt, Tuck Everlasting

[m1racleinvoker]

When the last working cell, of the last cellular activity, in the last pump of this barely breathing body of I. Would you truly know that I aspire you to be mine, and this inhalation they called that occurs within is only thine. And it wasn't any of those highschool love depicted in those 2014 movies like "She's Dating The Gangster", "Must Be Love", "Just the way you are", or even "Diary ng panget". No, this is not to be depicted nor to be defined. I love you when im drunk, and the world without you seems shrunk. And by then, the fleeting hope that you would notice, the mountains of letters dedicated to you, outnumbering Shakespeare's sonnets has been captured. And until that moment, can I admit that a touch of you has marked it's print on I.

[m1racleinvoker]

i despise how life is so subtle about endings that comes out of nowhere, it's weird. you would never truly know about it, because one time you would smile to this person whom you barely know about. but the next time, there won't be. and i know that the moments are fleeting, and i hate it, i hate it when there's something but the next moment, there's nothing. and the aftertaste of forgetting how their presence feels is pungent and cruel. i learned to be grateful, because i know that time, will pass anyway.

[m1racleinvoker]

even a fool knows where home is

Sometimes, I Am Startled Out of Myself by Barbara Crooker