simplymakata

tumatakbo ang oras kahit walang paa, lumilipas ang araw na parang segundo lang, pero ang magagandang alaala ay sadyang nakaukit na. malalim, mahalaga, at walang kapantay na halaga ng pera.


nais kong malunod ng walang
halong takot at pangamba. iduyan sa kanlungan ng panganib. ngunit sa huli, para may saya, ako ay sasama sa sikat ng umaga.

When we were young we used to play “pen pen de sarapen” under the 9 o’clock sun.

(Source: simplymakata)

Minsan sa sobrang baba ng tao hindi mo na kaya’ng maabot.

Undying

life-with-humans:

Basking in the late afternoon light
My heart is filled with delight.
This is the part of the day I feel most at ease,
savoring that inner peace.
As I revel on the scenery,
I know I could talk to Him freely.
It is amazing how He understands
Even when I don’t utter a word or make a sound.
Whether I’m utterly happy
or weeping in bed,
He is always there and ready;
even when things are left undone and unsaid.
I may not be there for Him often,
but to Him, I am never forgotten. 
He is a dear friend,
He is more than that.
He never breaks my heart or a single pact.
I think of Him as the day begins.
I think of Him most as the sun is about to set.
That moment belongs to Him.
And every other moment in between…

- s.s.g. 

(via thereismoretolife)

4 months ago - 10
actegratuit:

Larissa Morais

actegratuit:

Larissa Morais

Ink Stained Heart: Fuck.I fell in love with a rose,amidst the thorns on its spine...

myinkstainedheart:

Fuck.
I fell in love with a rose,
amidst the thorns
on its spine grows.
I fell in love with a tree,
I fell in love with the
ocean and the sea.
I fell in love with the sun,
I fell in love with the moon
when the sun was gone.
I fell in love with a super nova
bursting,
I fell in love…

4 months ago - 53

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”

(Source: v-ersteckt, via jetblackheart)

a girl you should date

“…You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.”

4 months ago

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

i wrote “i love you”

in the fog on the bathroom mirror

after washing you off my skin

and stood there staring

as the words disappeared slowly

running like tears down your cheeks

running like we were running

out of love

out of time

ending up dripping down the drain

of the sink

under the bathroom mirror

you slid off me 

as easily as fog slides off a mirror

Life is but a point of time; let us enjoy it.

Plutarch

Our belief is not a belief. Our principles are not a faith. We do not rely solely upon science and reason, because these are necessary rather than sufficient factors, but we distrust anything that contradicts science or outrages reason. We may differ on many things, but what we respect is free inquiry, open-mindedness, and the pursuit of ideas for their own sake. We do not hold our convictions dogmatically… We are not immune to the lure of wonder and mystery and awe: we have music and art and literature, and find that the serious ethical dilemmas are better handled by Shakespeare and Tolstoy and Schiller and Dostoyevsky and George Eliot than in the mythical morality tales of the holy books. Literature, not scripture, sustains the mind and—since there is no other metaphor—also the soul.

Christopher Hitchens (via kateoplis)

What is certain, though, is that mental suffering is effectively without end. One may think one has reached the very limit, but there are always more torments to come. One plunges from one abyss into the next.

The Emigrants by W.G. Sebald (via absurdlyawkward)

Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams.

Lolita  - Vladimir Nabokov (via riversforstreets)

(via riversforstreets-deactivated201)

Ink Stained Heart: I planted you roses onceand tended to them every day,watering...

myinkstainedheart:

I planted you roses once
and tended to them every day,
watering diligently,
weeding and pruning
the bushes until new buds
sprouted into branches.

But you didn’t return,
the day you said you would,
and many seasons after had passed.
The shears I used finally gathered rust,
and didn’t…

5 months ago - 31
moshfresh:

The amount of events that I don’t know

moshfresh:

The amount of events that I don’t know

(via reflectingdoubt)