They’re hanging like baubles full moon shapes in the snow frosty footballs of light and shade
My brain swirled and then I realized I still needed to get ready for work, make a plan for cleaning up the disaster in my bathroom later on in the day and tell my boss that everything was fine. I about lost it when I realized I had to also call the local police and explain the serious misunderstanding. They might not even let this drop.
If I were Alice today, I would rewrite Alice in Wonderland to start not by Alice falling down a rabbit’s hole to be one where Alice stumbles upon an overly filtered plastic human with zero verbal and moral filters.
When I saw you, I felt something inexplicable. It’s as to how the universe is perfectly aligned. But no, I don’t love you.
Being in a relationship is like having a job. Good and bad meet, mix, mingle and ferment. It takes turns you never expected when you joined the “team.” There are times it seems like the best place in the world, heaven on earth. Nothing lasts forever, though.
ive years together and this is what we had come to. Silence while eating grilled cheese and tomato soup at the table in the cabin’s kitchen.
gnore those who are there just to criticise, As long as you're strong and know how to rise, The ridicule of others is nothing but words.
I thought that would be the last time I would see him, but that was just the beginning. I would often see him in my part time jobs lingering somewhere. I know it was him because of his silhouette and because that was my past life's job.
I grab the paper cigar box and rattle it around to see if something’s left Turing up the radio Walking towards the kitchen I need coffee now This is how I wake up
Love and hurt are a balance tipped by nature or error. Values are nature’s mirror reflecting beauty or horror.
Patawad sa panahong inuna ko ang kaligayahan ng iba. Sa pagkakataong ito ikaw naman ang pipiliin ko.
His love swung low Gathering me up Leaving nothing behind Broken pieces and busted edges Acknowledging my need to heal
Here are a few questions that popped up into my mind the other day: What if the color of the object that you see in front of you is very different than what other people see? What if no two people see the same object in the same color?
“you're dead on your own footing; now, go back to raw self-preserving”
Culture is growth until it fractures progress with duress and fails to impress. Culture is relevant until made remnant when it tortures people’s existence.