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Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” or “how very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt. A real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love.
Rose Walker, from The Sandman by Neil Gaiman (via vivatregina)

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May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
Neil Gaiman (via fuckyeahhappy)

itsantonia:

I want to talk to you. I want you to hear all about everything. I want to tell you that it’s been 164 days since we last talked and I want to hear you say that you know, that you’ve been counting, too. You’re the first person I feel like calling when something silly happens and the only person I know that would understand why I’m pushing myself to not talk to you. I could argue that you don’t know me anymore. But I know that you do, and that is why I still can’t talk to you.

This was splendid and way beyond that’absolutely this!’ moment. I feel pushed to right something just like it. Maybe it’s about time. :)

Beautiful! It broke my heart (but I’m not so sure it should’ve). </3

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close)

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quote-book:

Peyton Sawyer, One Tree Hill

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#imissoth

nice poem. :)

symphonysoldier:

“superhero”

when i was a little boy,
i wanted to fly.
wanted to look down at this city,
with my back pressed against the sky.
when i was a little boy, 
i wore a cape,
in hopes that someday i would save the world
and that you all would know my name.

but the years they passed, and still i felt so small…
didn’t have a dollar to my name, no i never grew too tall.
i had no “s” across my chest and i never learned to fight…
but that’s alright, yeah that’s alright

because maybe the human heart is just as strong as steel,
maybe a superpower is not to fly, but just the ability to feel.
capes may tear and armor rusts,
they’ll never be as strong as love.
i guess after years of trying to fly, only to fall…
maybe that little boy can still be a superhero afterall.

-alexander michael deleon