wendelsfragilelittlemind said: hi love your posts. what inspired you?
people. people who are so nice, people who are so adorable, simple and gorgeous.
everything about people like, people being sad, people who are desperate for love, people who don’t believe in love.
i like people a lot.
This is how much I love you:
If you leave my world today,
and after ten or twenty years,
you’d come back to me,
I’ll open my doors for you,
even the windows.
I will welcome you with
my arms wide open
as if you never
I may never be the best,
but for me, you will
always be more than enough.
My older brother received a call at two pm on a Thursday,
That his roommate from college
And best friend from high school;
Overdosed and died,
Last Wednesday night.
My brother is 25 years old.
He missed three days of work, sat at home in the dark,
And cried for the first time in six months.
This is not poetry.
My father is very, very sick.
He sleeps for seven hours,
To build up a half hour of strength,
Just so he can pick me up from school.
He hasn’t been well in over a year.
He prays every night, “Thank you God, for making this happen to me, and not my children.”
I am swallowed in fear,
That soon enough, he will go to bed,
And never wake up.
This is not poetry.
There are thousands of people,
just to have one more day,
In hopes that it will get better.
You people glorify sadness,
and long for your death,
because apparently life,
is just too much of a burden.
Wake up, your ignorance is sickening.
Your life is thousands of times more beautiful,
Than your death will be.
Anonymous said: Sana magkaroon ako ng confidence kagaya mo.
darling, who told you that i have enough confidence to go alone to public places? to talk to people i meet everyday?
i am not confident.
but i have to, that is why i am trying to talk, i am trying to go to places alone. sure it was hard but i have to.
sometimes, i am still trembling. :) but if i am not going to help myself, who will do it for me? :)
There are days when
I want someone to tell me
how good I look,
how pretty my messy hair is,
how nice my clothes are
and how gentle my smile is.
But today, I don’t want
anyone to look at me.
Please, don’t call my name.
Don’t wrap your arms around me.
Leave me alone.
Leave me alone.
— today is just dark clouds and swelling eyes // m.c (via pakalmot)
okay so i’ll share a story about my culinary class when i was in highschool.
i don’t know how to cook before and i told her (my teacher) that and she was like, “that’s alright, you’re here to learn.”
and then one day while everybody else was cooking, i was in one corner and then she asked me why and i said that i am scared don’t know how to fry and it’s scary and blah blah and she said that it’s alright, she’ll help me.
so, unintentionally i burned the onion and garlic and she transformed into a hulk goddamn it and she grabbed the onion and garlic from a boiling oil (which is hardcore) and threw them on the floor and she was like, “how come you can’t do it?! it’s easy!!!!” and instead of crying i laughed. i laughed so hard that she pushed me out of the room and transferred me to the writing club which is awesoooome
glory to you lord god,
thank you for all the blessings.
thank you for not giving up on me,
thank you for not leaving me, lord.
may your love and guide
will always be with me and
with all the people who need you.
i love you lord god,
thank you for this wonderful day,
forever reblog. my most favorite post.
When are you going
to forgive yourself
about the mistakes
you didn’t do?
When are you going
to stop missing
the person who didn’t feel
your body released
when he first kissed you?
— m.c // 12:54 am
Alan Jackson | Remember When
You need to listen to this. This is my most most favorite song of all time.
"To be honest, I don’t understand anything sometimes.
Like, I wake up every morning and the first thing I’ll think about is,
“I feel so fucking empty.”
That instead of being thankful that I am alive,
I feel so lonely and tired."
— m.c //
"He didn’t hold my hand during our first date. And it was alright.
He didn’t hold my hand when we crossed the street that night, but still, it was alright.
He kept looking at my hands the other day and said,
“your hands are too small for mine. I never held them because I was afraid that I might crush them.
I was afraid of holding your hands because I might not let go.”
After a few minutes of not talking, he asked me:
“Anyway, can I hold them?”"
— the first time we held hands // melody c.
"It’s 6 in the morning
and I can hear beautiful guitar riffs.
I can smell the smoke of
hidden cafes in Paris,
and I can hear men’s voices
as if I’ve been to the coldest depths of Russia.
Falling in love with you is,
hearing beautiful things,
falling in love with you
takes me to places I’ve never been.
But oh god, it feels like home."
You have the right to be lonely.
If you feel like you’re not worthy, it’s okay.
If you feel like you’re a shitty person, honey that’s alright.
You have the right to feel sorry about yourself,
you have the right to feel sad about your failures;
because you’re human.
If you feel like you need to mourn every morning
because you lost yourself along the way,
go ahead and cry.
If you feel like you need to break your ribs
to find good reasons to bring them back in their proper places,
go ahead and rip your skin apart and remove your bones
one by one.
Don’t forget to tell yourself that you’re entitled of your own feelings.
But since you’re allowed to be sad,
Do yourself a favor.
Allow yourself to be happy.
Allow yourself to cry because of laughing so hard.
Allow yourself to stay up late at night watching your favorite movies.
Allow yourself to get drowned with the happiest emotions that you
Allow yourself to fall in love with yourself more and more,
can i just sleep all day, or i’ll just lay here and listen to the rain and think about all the good things that happened to my life because i am too tired to move and talk and be stressed about things that suck. just one day, one day to be with myself and be happy.