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we used to be close friends
it was a long road to find someone who i would consider to be my closest one. i, who generally avoids socializing with others because it causes me to break out in cold sweats. and she is a person who get easily interacts with a new person, new people. when she is being her true-character. a great ninety degrees away from me.
she was always trying to hide some emotion. expression. she thinks i fully equipped —but my only flaw is the lack of friends who truly consider me a friend—true. i leaned my head against the wall in another sense i felt something, a pitiful.. and i didn't try to argue back.
but, i strongly understand what she was getting at. she still does not fully accept me because we remain a long way off. we are not that close, i can tell. it is just me who thinks that we are close enough — in fact, i think we are closer than close.
despite the similarities between them, favorite old cardigans cannot be replaced with a new ones, and they become a strangers again.
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how does the sea tell?
you know that i love hearing to the sea tells a stories and sing lullabies at night. he said while gazing serenely at the sea. is the sea tells something? i am confused by that expression, he always has a weird preposterous by expression that even i do not understand. when she was telling how her day was, when others admired her, when all humans have favored to come to her, though only for a brief glance- he still continued his speech. -and i truly love my sea. the final.
i am not comfortable with loud noises, i love quiet. and he is very quiet when he enjoys the sea with his gentle eyes, as if he were in another world. his hair swaying towards the wind, and holding me on as if he did not want to let go of his precious things. we belong here, we could see how pleasant our world was that we had created.
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i hope my hair will never touch my ears anymore
healer is not always a medicine, but perhaps a person.
i used to do that, trimming the ends of my hair as they grew long. wishing that the noise attack to gradually leave the nest in the meantime. you will be fine he said. said the boy who always carelessly wraps my shoulders with his warm hands, my heart explodes warmly when he shows that side, a side of someone i have never felt someone else's way.
when i am tired of being a person, he is always presents space for me, and i will not let anyone else enter the space that he has made for me, except him. i want to drink a cup of warm tea while making little talks with him in its space, a space that radiates comfort and warmth that can not be interrupted by anyone else.
if you keep hurting yourself, over time you will hurt others unknowingly speaks in a calm tone and only gave me a warm stare afterwards. are you afraid? i wonder, do i look frightening? i just don't want everyone else to see me and think the exact same thing. no, because i know you don't want to hurt anyone, i believe it. it is as if i am seeing a bright light that greets my face, it is as if i have captured something i have been looking for, for a long time. he cautiously stroked my hair, as a matter of fact i had fallen and was immersed in his world. what i was worried about, was swept away by him. i have determined my world. hoping nothing else will changes, because i already figured out my right place.
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to the one whom i’d love at first sight.
When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. they’re in everything you do. they’re in the air you breathe. and their voice stays in your mind.
Two year. i felt a butterfly tickle my tummy, two year ago. When you took my hand and asked me to dancing with you even though we sat far apart. Two year since you became my happiness and the most my favorite person in that room. I hope you to stay around for a long, long time.
Two year have passed, and i am gladly it’s still you. And you will always be my moon, my vanilla, my blue, my endless love. I never thought i’d like you this much. And i never planned to have you in my mind this often.
Under the sky fulls of stars we watching that night. Watching the sunset that look like egg yolk. Lying down to see the beautiful city lights at night. Late night snacks. And karaoke-ing like we have no time left.
We’ve had so many countless moments of laughter and happiness. I want you to know i wouldn't have it any other way. You know that i love you, i probably already told you many times, but im going to keep saying it and there are no lies in these words. There are still many words that i want to say but i wanna keep it privately and there are many reasons why i love you.
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melancholy in a lovely type of lover.
He wears the right sweater, a beige sweater and sweet body-scent so i can smell the scented as he walks by, a deadly combination if i get on his side. he was nor interested in the whole world, just the whole truth. but he is a kind of boyfriend who makes me feel better about the state of the world. he is a kind of boyfriend who will listen and hang his arms around my shoulders to keep me warm and comfortable. he is a kind of boyfriend who rarely makes a smile but not for his girlfriend, endearing smile he showed. he is a kind of person who will give me the truth. and we survived the ending
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eh tau gak.......... aku pernah baca di quora..... tentang kenapa perempuan zaman dulu tuh selalu pake gaun...... selain mempercantik diri.... fungsi gaun itu buat mengurangi potensi dari bau kemaluan itu..... karna dulu air tuh minim banget, mereka tuh gak mandi kalo gak musim hujan (kalau gak salah) ...... poop pun ada di ruangan bersama gitu terus kotorannya dibuang ke luar jendela yang ke arah taman????? seinget aku gitu........ terus kalo raja raja dan ratu ratu lagi ada di kursinya itu selalu ada dayang dayang nya kan yang kaya ngipasin gitu, itu juga untuk mengurangi bau badan yang nusuk itu........ terus kalo kalian tau clip cinderella yang pengawal pangerannya lagi keliling desa buat nyari siapa pemilik sepatu, terus ada di coba sama ibu ibu pas sepatunya dilepas pada pingsan....... mungkin bisa jadi karna bau itu.......iya gak sih..........
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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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we have mirrorballs in the middle of the dance floor bec they reflect light. They’re broken a million times and thats what makes them so shiny.. when you shine a light on them it’s glittering but when the spotlight isn’t on them they’re still there up on a pedestal but nobody's watching them 😢
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