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Happy Birthday to Niall ❤

He'll always be my favorite Irishman 😘😊

Happy 24th Birthday, Niall!

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a girl beneath the forest frantic from love  cries, still so raw but here, present, a goddess  for the abandoned and for the too loving

flora || O.L. (via inkstay)

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Dear Dr. Rizal, How are you holding up there, man? Are you watching? Look here, Rizal! Are you happy with all of this? Look at your beloved country, Standing tall and proud on its own, Yet, still tripping on its own feet, With all of its inhabitants, Whining just about everything. Dr. Rizal, you risked your life, For the Filipino people, But look at us now, I'm ashamed. You have been humiliated, Imprisoned and publicly killed, Your generation sacrificed, Just to achieve sovereignty, But the Filipinos today, Are killing off each other now. What is all this violence for? To gain power? Money? Or fame? Isn't that a bullshit reason? I bet you're shaking your head now. You didn't sacrifice for this, The Katipuneros, guerillas, You and all the Filipinos, That fought against the conquerors, Did not risk your lives just for this-- For us to fight one another. You fought for us to achieve peace, To free us from subjugators, But certainly not for all this-- For us to fight amongst ourselves. I am truly disappointed, And ashamed of what we have done. I'm so sorry, Dr. Rizal, I know that we have let you down. Sincerely, A Not-So-Proud Filipino (art by Ronie De Guzman)

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I don't wanna be nice anymore. It hurts. It hurts a lot.

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You were in love with the way I loved you, and I was in love with the way I loved you too.

Eliot Knight (via eli0tknight)

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You weren’t my first love, but you were the first to make me feel like I was enough. You calmed me of my worries, your smile made my heart feel cozy. Your eyes were the reflection of your soul. Oh, my love, how I wish you would’ve stuck around some more.

why did you leave me? // (via coralzombiekid)

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Draft #1

I am no Sylvia Plath

Yes, I embody madness

Yes, My past is colored

But I am no great talent

I have vision / And passion

But my wisdom has wanderlust

and my derangement drives me

while she is away

I am not Sylvia Plath

I am her mania

Exhibit her depression

Lust for her Lyrics

Lust for life

I am no great talent

I / Am a house on fire

/// stilesinatrenchcoat

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“Books are the plane, the train, and the road. They are destination and the journey. They are home. ”

- Anna Quindlen (via veronika118)

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Love is a fascinating thing If one person takes it, it’s poison If two take it, it’s an antidote

writingsbyan  (via wnq-writers)

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I'll Remember

Tonight, I’ll remember.

Starting from that night when I finally admitted to myself how big his part had become in my life.

I’ll remember how breathtaking he smiled, how time stopped for a moment and the background faded. Cliche, I know, but it felt very real though.

I’ll remember how he was my own personal superhero; How much he loves potatoes, and can’t get enough of fries.

I’ll remember how he’s so serious most of the time; And how that serious facade would break once he sees a kitty, He just loves to smother them with coos and gentle pats.

I’ll remember how he doesn’t like it when people look at him for a second too long, he’d squirm and become uncomfortable; which is why I do it a lot, I stare at him just to unnerve him. And just to admire him.

I will remember everything about him. And if I just close my eyes and think back really hard, I would still feel his warm hugs and soft, butterfly kisses; I would still feel him hug me from behind and tickle me; His breath would fan against my neck as he whispered his ‘i love you’s; His lips would press lightly upon my forehead every time we would have to part ways.

I will remember all of these. I will remember him.

I will remember how all those lovely memories of him – with him, got crushed in just a night.

I won’t even forget that night when he opened a floodgate of tears with his damned words; when the situation rendered both of us helpless, frustrated and a broken mess.

I will never forget that moment when the moon heard my heart shattering in a million pieces for him.

I will never forget how I pathetically reached out for him only to be met by a sharp glare and a light push, just a little hard enough for me to get the message. One that tells me to step out of his life.

And so I did. I did what he couldn’t do and left.

I didn’t have to be told twice. I don’t think my heart would handle another second of that kind of demise.

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I could never capture your beauty with the strokes of my pens. It is beyond my capabilities to put even a bit of your essence on paper. That's how wonderful you are to me. But even so, I wouldn't get tired of trying to immortalize you through lines or words. Because that's the only way I know to somehow make myself a little more alive now that the center of my hypothetical universe had finally decided to leave.

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Its a Sunday! So what am I supposed to do today? So far, my plan hadn't gone beyond drinking my hot chocolate and lounging on this surprisingly comfortable chair at the office. I could do all sorts of things today. I could paint and draw, or maybe write down that book idea I've been dwelling on; maybe I could binge watch my favorite TV shows or visit my friends and lounge around on their sofas while exchanging silly stories and recalling fun memories; or maybe I could go to church. Go to church? Right. That's a good idea. I'll do that. But first, I want to savor the moment. I want to embrace the taste of hot chocolate on my mouth as I relish the sight of a blue sky and the sun's light slowly enveloping the world. I want to feel the beauty and simplicity of it all. I want to connect to this simple moment like I would with a magnificent piece of art. Because that's what it is. Mornings are magnificent pieces of art. And God is the amazing artist that made it.

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Why is it that people are afraid of things they know nothing about yet they always dream of doing something or going towards the unknown?

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I'm a ticking time bomb. Do not fall in love with me. I will wreck you, And destroy your world. Every step I make, All of my words, The actions I take, I will only wreck you Until you're irreparable. So don't fall in love with me. I'm a disaster waiting to happen. Please, don't fall in love with me. Everywhere I go, Every life I step into, Havoc follows too. I'm jinxed. I'm warning you, Don't you fall in love with me. My words are laced with poison, My touch will bruise you, Until you're black and blue, I will hurt you, Intentionally, Repeatedly, Terribly. 'Cause that's what I do. That's what I end up doing. All the fucking time. So just keep going, Don't hang back. Look straight, Walk straight, Don't look back. Don't even think, Of helping me out, Pulling me up, And get me back on track. I'm a shitty person, With a shitty life. So please, Never fall in love with me. If you do, I might not let you go, And destroy the two of us, In one earth-shattering blow.

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There are times that when night falls, I'd become a mess. I'd be drowned in a puddle of chaotic thoughts. But I welcome those sleepless nights with open arms. Because those were my favorite nights. The nights where my mind just wouldn't shut up about aliens, the purpose of life, cookies and my stupid decisions in the past. The nights that kept me talking to my friends until the sun starts to creep up onto the horizon, those were the absolute best. Watching the tiny sliver of light right where the sky meets the land slowly take a glimpse of the sleeping world is a sight to behold. The sheer beauty of it all is like a tonic that could give my mind a big gulp of fresh air; the pureness of the scenery couldn't be matched by any of man's futile ways to stimulate such aesthetics. The remnants of my wild, raging sleepless night -- of my haywire thoughts -- would be slowly and peacefully flushed away by the raw feeling induced by one of nature's wonders. And as I stand beneath the dark sky with my eyes closed and arms spread wide, I welcome the light that starts to envelop the world. I could fill the warmth start to diminish the cold, dark thoughts from last night. As the sun steadily rose, I can feel my nightmares scurry away from the pleasant heat hugging my whole being.

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tired and alone.

my eyes are almost as heavy as my heart has become

and most days i aim to be laughter in rooms full of people

but most days i am a ghost

some nights are more lonely than the parking lots they’re spent in

some nights i wish i would wake up to something that felt like home

sometimes i wonder if i will ever know what home actually feels like

sometimes i wish i would wake up to someone who felt at home

someone who felt anything at all

but most nights i wish i would wake up to anyone at all

my eyes are almost as tired as my head has been

there were some nights that i’d wish i wouldn’t wake up at all

sometimes i wish i would wake up to someone who felt like home

but i am a ghost and i wake up alone

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