“When you start to really know someone, all his physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of his skin. You see only the essence of the person,not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”—Lisa Unger (via venebelle)
“I want to talk with you forever. I remember every word you’ve ever said to me. If only I could visit you as a foreigner goes into a new country, learn the language of you, wander past all borders into every private and secret place, I would stay forever. I would become a citizen of you. You would say it’s too soon to feel this. You would ask how I could be so certain. But some things can’t be measured by time. Ask me an hour from now. Ask me a month from now. A year, lifetime. The way I love you will outlast every calendar, clock, and every toll of every bell that will ever be cast.”—Lisa Kleypas (via venebelle)
“And that is when I know… that is when I understand that it’s better to feel the ache inside me like demons scratching at my heart than it is to feel numb the way a dead body feels when you touch it. It’s better to wait for the beautiful things… to stare at them for as long as they last..to hold on as tight as you can before they disappear. And it might hurt so bad inside… but it’s better to wait for the next beautiful thing than never look for any again.”—Brian James (via venebelle)
Will there be a day in your life when you’re on your own and suddenly my face stops by your mind then you realize even though this girl isn’t the one you’ve been looking for, you’ve never left a day without her cause it’d make your days incomplete somehow. No matter if it’s only via lots of texts. For you, I’m the water that frees and relieves you from your thirst of companion. That at lonely nights and we’re two worlds apart, you ache to have me beside you, to linger your arms around me, to lock your lips with mine and to wake up and be acknowledged of the joy I’m the first thing you see. Cause being with somebody else is unbearable but even when there’s somebody else, they’re just the leaves blowing and passing you by but I’m always the tree that stands still beside the bench you’re sitting on. That when asked what you’re excited about the most in life and my smile pops up in your head. You also realize that you’ve done many things — the ones that got you out of your comfort zone — just solely to make me happy. That even with the blazing thunders in the heavy pouring rain, you’d take my waist and dance with me. Whenever you’re with me, showing me how much you care is as inevitable as growing older. And you start thinking how miserable it is to grow older without me. Cause when you listen to your heart, feels like you hear it shout my name as it’s beating and there is where you start to realize, no matter how many differences between us, I’m still the one whose face lights up whenever it comes to thinking who you choose and decide to spend the days ahead until death do us part.
There’s been a cold hazy window glass all this time and that one moment when you clear the haziness, there appears my face radiating so warmingly and clear.
And if this is ever written to be happening someday, I just hope it’s not by the time I’m already walking away.
“They say when you are missing someone that they are probably feeling the same, but I don’t think it’s possible for you to miss me as much as I’m missing you right now.”—Edna St. Vincent Millay (via philphys)
So he asked me to write one for him and this is my first time after the very long hiatus. Here we go:
The stars are blinking. These are the kind of sparkles in which your eyes were made with.
The essence of warmth of the sun was dropped into before the Artist finished.
Like the precious diamonds the riches invest.
You are my investation without hesitation.
Thousands of miles, millions of people.
I was wondering how could it even be possible.
We were nothing else but strangers coped with lands and ocean as our gaps.
Of all the things fate took care of in my life, I’m so grateful for it to ever pull us together.
“Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They’re not fond of rules. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them because they…
You know he’s not such a perfect human being but when someone asks what his imperfections are, you become like a river running dry. The water is your words in which you’re now lack of.
Has anyone ever been in this kind of situation before?
I know I have some minus points that could be really annoying to everybody. I’m sorry for that, cliché though, but nobody’s perfect right? However these irritating and annoying minus points could be the killer of our friendship. You could someday get to the thinking that you shouldn’t be friend with me and leave just like that. I’m so insecure and intimidated now. Like I was a lilliput walking with humans and their gigantic feet. I’m so scared you’ll leave cause you can’t go with me and my imperfections anymore.