Downtown KL (by scuba_dooba)
A part of me wanted for our conversation to end with me asking .. “why did you have to leave me hanging ?”.
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars. — Rabindranath Tagore (via ikenbot)
I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness. — Anaïs Nin (via deadlysick)
(Source: thetides, via benedictsmith)
No matter how bummed out I am for not being able to have a shot w/ Anthony Green, I feel blessed that I got to watch Circa Survive live last night. 2 years ago, it was on my bucket list to catch them live. Now, I could cross that out. If it wasnt for their music, I would’ve never made it to where I am at this moment. Thank you for inspiring me. Lesson is; never underestimate the power of your wishes.
In Raissa, life is not happy. People wring their hands as they walk in the streets, curse the crying children, lean on the railings over the river and press their fists to their temples. In the morning you wake from one bad dream and another begins. At the workbenches where, every moment, you hit your finger with a hammer or prick it with a needle, or over the columns of figures all awry in the ledgers of merchants and bankers, or at the rows of empty glasses on the zinc counters of the wineshops, the bent heads at least conceal the general grim gaze. Inside the houses it is worse, and you do not have to enter to learn this: in the sumer the windows resound with quarrels and broken dishes.
And yet, in Raissa, at every moment there is a child in a window who laughs seeing a dog that has jumped on a shed to bite into a piece of polenta dropped by a stonemason who has shouted from the top of the scaffolding, “Darling, let me dip into it,” to a young serving-maid who holds up a dish of ragout under the pergola, happy to serve it to the umbrella-maker who is celebrating a successful transaction, a white lace parasol bought to display at the races by a great lady in love with an officer who has smiled at her taking the last jump, happy man, and still happier his horse, flying over the obstacles, seeing a francolin flying in the sky, happy bird freed from its cages by a painter happy at having painted it feather by feather, speckled with red and yellow in the illumination of that page in the volume where the philosopher says: “Also in Raissa, city of sadness, there runs an invisible thread that binds one living being to another for a moment, then unravels, then is stretched again between moving points as it draws new and rapid patterns so that at every second the city contains a happy city unaware of its own existence. — Invisible Cities, Italo Calvino (via commovente)
“One day when you’re ready, the right guy will come to brighten up your days”
Whoever this lad might be, probably(??) boarded the wrong train? For now, im happy with the relationship Im having with white chocolate macadamia cookies and Nutella. Yay.
This struggle we are struggling isn’t ours alone.
We did not invent loss.
We are not the first to have vows smashed
with a bitter hammer. But god,
You have been battling your pain with bare-knuckle
fists for days and I just wish
I could fight for you.
If I could, I would wrap you up safe.
Make your whole life naps and burritos
and first kisses.
No one should pick on you when you
are so sweet
sugar blushes when you get too close.
In the mess of loss and longing don’t forget
there is a place for you to rest in my ribcage.
This world will cherish you beyond time
Love you even when it makes no sense to love you.
This world will force your breath and you
will keep on living.
Sometimes despite yourself.
I will be waiting on the other side to hold you. — Prayer For a Friend, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
Excuse me while I cry out of joy