A thousand Dreams within me softly burn.

Arthur Rimbaud (via misswallflower)

If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.

—Unknown (via canhappenlove)

You turn towards meteor showers in August,
wishing yourself like that:
bright and burning wholly out.

Jane Hirshfield (via misswallflower)

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something.

—Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun (via hellanne)

People think they know you. They think they know how you’re handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you’re lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don’t know what’s going on inside your head—the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn’t their fault. They just don’t know. And so they pretend and they say you’re doing great when you’re really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you.

—Daily Tumblr Love Quotes (via thelovewhisperer)

I think I’m losing it—I don’t know what’s happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you’ve said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.

—Alexandra Bracken (via drapetomania)

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I remember when I was younger and I wanted to be beautiful; now I’m older and I want to be intelligent. I want to burn hearts with brilliance and engulf souls with compassion. I want to be loved for my thoughts and nothing else.

—(via substvncia)

Missing you comes in waves; tonight I’m drowning.

Hannah Taylor, “Waves” (via floralandlace)

Dear no one, 
I was once told that when life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.
For the past months, I’ve been through a lot of echoing pain from my heart. It was like a nightmare I don’t wanna be in. I wanna get out, as soon as possible. There were days that I cried myself to sleep, thinking about thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking… I honestly feel bad for myself. I feel weak that I would even hate myself for being one. I would always tell myself that I will get through this, sooner or later. I just need to make myself busy, feel the pain every once and a while, and sleep. (Yep, I seriously need sleep) 
Truth be told, I’ve been so insanely busy that I drowned myself with too much work. There were lots of days that I would spend my whole time in school - running papers, talking to my professors and exploring traffic for hours. There were lots of days, it seemed like I’ve already forgotten about the pain. It felt like I’m doing a very good job moving on, accepting things. Little did I know that I was wrong, I was caught off guard. Days before I am writing this now, I thought I would write how I’m totally okay. How I am so proud of myself that I have already endured.
I guess, I was wrong. Cliche? Yes.
Worst thing about pain is that it demands to be felt, HARD. For the longest time, I let myself feel it- every bit of it. Somehow, it helped me in a way that reality confronts me. Reality knocks on my door whenever I think of going back. I did everything. I thought I was there.
I was too harsh on myself.
Pressuring myself from moving on when in fact, I know I have this 0.0001% hope that it will work out again. I was too in love, I putted too much of myself on it. It took away the real me. Slowly, I am changing. I can feel it. I’ve become an introvert, I was scared showing people my realness. I don’t want to get attached to anyone. Often times, I don’t want to talk to anyone. I just want to be alone. Despite I, trying my best to move on, it seemed like I just hid my feelings. I just buried it, knowing that one day, it will haunt me. 
And yes, it did.
So yes… My dear no one, I quite miss you.

Dear no one, 

I was once told that when life gives you a hundred reasons to cry, show life that you have a thousand reasons to smile.

For the past months, I’ve been through a lot of echoing pain from my heart. It was like a nightmare I don’t wanna be in. I wanna get out, as soon as possible. There were days that I cried myself to sleep, thinking about thoughts I shouldn’t be thinking… I honestly feel bad for myself. I feel weak that I would even hate myself for being one. I would always tell myself that I will get through this, sooner or later. I just need to make myself busy, feel the pain every once and a while, and sleep. (Yep, I seriously need sleep) 

Truth be told, I’ve been so insanely busy that I drowned myself with too much work. There were lots of days that I would spend my whole time in school - running papers, talking to my professors and exploring traffic for hours. There were lots of days, it seemed like I’ve already forgotten about the pain. It felt like I’m doing a very good job moving on, accepting things. Little did I know that I was wrong, I was caught off guard. Days before I am writing this now, I thought I would write how I’m totally okay. How I am so proud of myself that I have already endured.

I guess, I was wrong.
Cliche?
Yes.

Worst thing about pain is that it demands to be felt, HARD. For the longest time, I let myself feel it- every bit of it. Somehow, it helped me in a way that reality confronts me. Reality knocks on my door whenever I think of going back. I did everything. I thought I was there.

I was too harsh on myself.

Pressuring myself from moving on when in fact, I know I have this 0.0001% hope that it will work out again. I was too in love, I putted too much of myself on it. It took away the real me. Slowly, I am changing. I can feel it. I’ve become an introvert, I was scared showing people my realness. I don’t want to get attached to anyone. Often times, I don’t want to talk to anyone. I just want to be alone. Despite I, trying my best to move on, it seemed like I just hid my feelings. I just buried it, knowing that one day, it will haunt me. 

And yes, it did.

So yes…

My dear no one, I quite miss you.

I thought I was there already, I guess it’s gonna stay for quite a time.