black hole

Sometimes you have a way of giving me the moon and stars like a slap in the face.

Anyway

He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.

Richard Siken

For the loneliest city (Shane Koyczan)

 Maybe, maybe 
 the word itself May-Be 
 It is the optimism of uncertainty 
 it’s the way we say hope 
 without having to say hope... 

nature boy - Nat King Cole

There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy 
They say he’d wandered very far, very far 
Over land and sea. 
A little shy, and sad of eye; but very wise was he. 
And then one day…one magic day he passed my way 
And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings 
This he said to me 
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn 
Is just to love and be loved in return.

The greatest thing you’ll ever learn 
Is just to love and be loved in return

i miss you

feels

These are just feelings.

They will go away.

indeed

ships that pass

I don't chase after anyone. 

If you wanna walk out of my life, 

I'll hold the door open for you.

lost cause

you  can’t  keep  safe

what  wants  to  break

and so it is

After you know me more;

do you think of me LESS ?

aren't you tired?

it must be tiring for you...

always jumping into conclusions.

ocd much?

there are things you like.
there are things you love.
and then there are obsessions.

the Art of Non-Relationships

He felt beyond pathetic. Falling in love all on his own, being heartbroken all on his own, with the subject of his affection none the wiser. Was he going to be in love with her forever?

You are tired (I think)

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And I knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

- e.e. cummings -

le muse thinks rerama should start churning out some words but she digresses.

I will. If you.

I will build you a castle (if you bring me some sand).

I will build you an igloo (if you bring me some ice).

I will build you a fire (if you bring me some wood).

I will build you anything (if you bring me your everything).

.dream.deferred.

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
-Langston Hughes-

More Lindt dark chocolate. Warning, heavy on the angst.

loosed screw

Some of the people ikanrerama knows doesn't just embrace INSANITY.

They feel it up, french kiss it and then buy it a drink.

ikanrerama might or might not be included with "some of the people".

Why do people seek the truth?

Sometimes lying can be good.

Sometimes the easiest solution is to lie.

Sometimes lies can be much better than the truth.

Yet, we still want to know the truth even if it will hurt us.

~codeBlue2~

oh noes. i didn't watched tear-jerking doramas for so long, i've forgotten how sad they could be.

(>_<)

if i'm not mistaken, i think someone misses me.

maybe it's a good thing.

but i sort of hoping that i'm wrong though.

to whom it may concern

to the person(s) that have touched my life yesterday, today and tomorrow 

(especially today).

have i thanked you for how much love you've given me? because saying it too much is still not enough.

THANK YOU, LOVE.