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And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.


- Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via larmoyante)
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Let us watch our stories change as we grow
a little paler. The edges of our eyes like mountains

with roots and veins pumping rain between the spaces
of our wrinkles. Let us call our children beautiful

even if they skinned their knees while running from
hide and seek countdowns, tuck them in at night

when they are too afraid to talk to us about bullies,
about a boy or a girl that makes their hands feel

gold and their hearts as anything but laced edges
of a shoreline with every heartbeat. I will make

coffee in the morning, you will burn fingertips
with every meal. Right now, this is a repeated apology

for every time we fight, for every time we are almost
at the point of throwing bombs at each other.

I am keeping you still, like you how you have kept me
after years of exploding into bits. Know, that your hands,

your heart that pumps in cages, bones and breath combined
is the first and last place I will ever call home.


- Kharla M. Brillo, Imagine If We Grow Old Together  (via pouvoires)
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My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and simplest way.


- Ernest Hemingway (via feellng)
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I wake up and taste poetry in my mouth,
and that’s how I know I have
been dreaming about you again.

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I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold-hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.


- Ferdinand de Saussure  (via 13neighbors)
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If i’m gonna dream of you again, i’d fight hard not to wake up.

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The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts while the stupid ones are full of confidence.


- Charles bukowski
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Ang sarap sigurong bumalik sa pagkabata.

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As I grow older,
I realize that the more years we collect,
the less attachments we have with others.
We stop hugging when we say hello or goodbye
and we drop the I when we say “love you!”
as if we wanted no personal attachment
to such a heavy phrase.
we grow up and graduate college and swear we will
find ourselves,
but all we do is hide.


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