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About breakups

Suddenly life was greener, the sun has never shine so bright. Nighttimes were as cozy as it can be. Good Nights are tickets we look forward to tomorrow.

And as much as we wanted for things to stay as it is. The days end -as the light abandons a beautiful scenery, all colors fade.

The sun was never to be found. The solitude reminds us of the cold. And there were no good nights. Nor a show to look forward to.

And as I'm engulfed with these thoughts. I forgot why you are so important to me that I'm writing -atleast, the reminder of my stupidity of letting you go.

At first it was unbearable. The Algorithm does not make it easier. But eventually punches turn into pinches. And that things would return back to a time where there was never you to begin with. Atleast in a similar way.

Because now there are residues of our memories lingering inside the chests.

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Destiny is strange

We meet people so close to our soul and then sh*t happens.

Are we living in different worlds or is just not our time yet? I'd love to think the latter

What curdles my blood is that I'd never get to meet you twice.

But if we're not meant to stay, I'm glad I have found you in the most interesting way.

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It's me.

It gets tiring.

The flame being washed away

and the farther it goes

the dissappointment stretches with it

Reset Resart and Refocus

'cause I'm tired of this shit. I'm tired, self.

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I love you in the most innocent way...

And I will still. You are my thoughts behind the pretty songs. And I want to see you smile one last time. The heart ache -it's painful. It's short-lived but let me take my time to say how much I appreciate you, my love. And how much the world opened up to me the moment you said hi.

You asked me what I'm looking at

I told you, I was admiring~

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its my fault I've asked too much

of your time and your gentle touch

when it rains you ignore

even when the sky cracks on our roof

I've been used to this

my abyssal wonderland.

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How can you tell if someone likes you?

You don't.

Well, some signals are just bad reading. Some gestures are mixed. And apparently, it's all trial and error.

So go out there and hone your social skills. Otherwise, regardless on how you look like(could be a lie), you'll be a hell lot of creep. And would rather stereotype a hell lot of people -ugly as hell.

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Moving out of a deranged landlady's property cleared up a few bottled up blues.

I, finally, get to sit down and write in peace. Peace as a gesture of two aliens from another planet. In this case, two beings of similar appreciation and trajectory. The alien part? Probably familiarity, geography, biology and the objectives. Other than that, I'm pretty confident to a point I wouldn't rush things beacuse I'd definitely would love to marry her someday.

So what's the story? Would love to describe it in one word (how infuriating words can be). I'm so tired of love. I just want to be carefree at this point. I know it's a risk offending people -like typing in cannabis on pinterest. My age shouldn't be an issue attracting the ideal person, but...

It gets lonesome sometimes, it gets worrysome if ever I'd meet the "one", and the worst part is that we might get too wholesome with someone I'd want to be with for a lifetime. We better off calling eachother friends(-zoned).

And I always fail to reciprocate the available love that always presents itself. And it scares me that whatever I might knew about love, is all but the surface. A crisis that I haven't reached the depths of romance. And I do love complicating things. So that's another thing to worry about.

What would happen next? vivement le prochain chapitre

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The pin and the pierced

The pin that travelled ten kilometers away just to pop a cold heart. It failed.

It was unnecessary. And it was naive while the cold heart waltz away to the other side of the lake, chasing butterflies and clouds of grey.

The pin whistled as it slither through miles and miles of the cold heart's denial trail. And once struck the back of the cold heart's shell, it left a small dent, but fell flat face on the ground along with its importance.

The cold side of the heart was made of stone, but inside the shell were cracks of overwhelming zap.

The pin on the ground is now whirled and rusty and unimportant. Yet somehow the cold heart looked pass its shoulder -a glimpsed of what the pin used to worth.

And the cold heart continued to chase the horizon.

For a moment, people may project faint smiles just to cause malice. And the toughest decisions were nailed down by fantasies of unrealistic expectations.

And now, the past trail we used to tread far may be beyond recognition, give yourself a pat on the back for deciding to move forward in life. Be proud because you know you are worth so much more than a rusty pin.

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And I love you too.

It's not about the worlds apart. It's not about values and principles. Nor it is lust.

Sometimes it's the way she made us feel. Or the way he ate his food. No one's perfect but they made us feel so damn special they fit the freakin' puzzle.

And now, most of the time it was longing. Longing for some miracle would come our way. Maybe it's an encounter at the bus station or a desperate knock on the door but we wouldn't want that, right?

No one's there to run to, no door is there to knock to, and there's no more shoulder to cry to -because we had our chance.

How could something so beautiful be messed up before reaching in to our arms? Why can't it be us and only us, for them, from the very start? And now the dilemma: would they still be the one you'll eventually fall for?

"And I love you too", a simple reply now means so much when no one's there to hear it.

Now, it's all shivers in our chest, the daggers on our throat, it hinders the tears we desperately want.

And now we badly want them to hear, "I love you too and all your flaws".

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“If anyone tells you that a certain person speaks ill of you, do not make excuses about what is said of you but answer, 'He was ignorant of my other faults, else he would not have mentioned these alone.'” - Epictetus

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centre georges pompidou, paris // taken from insta @timstahgram 

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So fragile...

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New to my tumblr!

I do creative designs too so expect some in the future!

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