April 2011
23 posts
how lucky she is to be in such position of heartache, not aware of the desire he feels for her as soon as he opens his eyes to the golden sun, which always seems to be lightly dotted with pink freckles. how lucky she is to have her tiny body laid out on the velvet couch with fiery, bitten nails in immense sorrow; not knowing that she is the one he secretly wishes for whenever he sees the first...
@ceciwits
i can’t even explain why i’m so upset and why my face is swelling with tears, but it’s great to have you here with so much support. ty ty ty <3
Ah, my sighs have never been so deeply intoxicated with infatuation and joy.
you drawing near, with our shoulders so close to touching yet our lips too far apart, you give me little black butterflies springing in my stomach — no, more like pterodactyls. yes, pterodactyls. the tiny wings are soaring under my flesh, within my fragile bones, inside those miniscule cells. i feel these ancient birds reproducing every now and then, but it’s somewhat unfortunate to...
Stress is one of the saddest feelings in the world. It is the origin of all my woes and sorrow. Wolves have been clawing from the inside of my brain for weeks, and the same wolves are striving towards my weak hope with strong paws and a steady pace. Every single one of these wolves are hungry to kill, they thirst for my sanity and optimism. I am this close to raising that big, white flag, I am...
note to world:
never wound what you can’t kill
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Before we are born, all memory of our previous life will dissolve into a deep crevice into our flesh; it will be faint and barely noticeable but it will definitely be there. As soon as we come out of our mother’s body, every single trace of reflection will be devoured, everything being very difficult to find. We will be born with a clean, empty slate and the more we grow up, the more our...
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I like to find things I didn’t know I lost. Valuable people, in this case.
in your vast ocean of comfort and security, the waters are up to my shoulders and i feel the gentle tide breathing into my hair, choking my neck and embracing my skin. with every passing hour on the clock, this ocean keeps rising little by little, but somehow i always have enough air to breathe.
my only want is to be consumed, for me to disappear like half the liquor drunken by an alcoholic. i...
I looked down at my plate full of the best dishes that she could make with a surprised expression. She smiled and said,
“When you get a daughter one day, you will learn to care about her more than yourself. You will learn to be selfless and you will learn to appreciate family more than anything else in the world, just like me with you.”
It’s only been several hours but I miss her wrinkly smile and bubbly voice. I miss his tender words and hearty laugh. As if they were the grandparents I never had.
Oh man, and the way he called her ‘sweetheart’ even when they were bickering. I could learn a thing or two about love just by watching them being in the same room.
Met an old Chinese couple today, had great conversations with them and I’m happy to say they are added to my list of inspirations. The way he talks about his past experiences and still reflects on it, the way she seems so wise and completely capable of handling all the evil in the world; the way they both look at me with genuine respect and pride. They enjoyed talking to me.
Now my mind is...
The voice of his mother, the opening of a soda, the sizzling of meat, the cries of a puppy, the laughs of a baby, the music in a glorious ballroom. These are the sounds a deaf will not hear.
The face of a loved one, the colour red, a text message, fingertips, the difference between light and dark, an empty street. These are sights a blind will not see.
And I’ve always considered myself a...
of all the billions of thoughts flying from one ear to the other, i truly, truly believe that there won’t ever be a day where you won’t be one of them.
Most people think in straight lines, vertical and horizontal; but I don’t like to spend priceless energy like that. I like to spend most of my consideration in zigzags. My mind often travels to different bases of different things, from collecting data and looking at people’s smallest habits, to mind-blowing ideas and abstruse experiences. Then, when this trail of contemplation suddenly...
then go, steal a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. use those tiny, white sticks to combust your system and ignite a red scorch. take that lighter and burn something down while you’re at it; just leave a mark and let them know you were walking around town all by yourself at 3 AM, head up high and hands pushed in your pockets with a plain white tee. create an epidemic, so great and wild that...
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I looked around school and realized how much the world lacked colour, especially in my world where spring often contradicts itself and simply feels depressing to me. My eyes have begun to anticipate unrealistic things. I want to see more; and sometimes I wake up, drowning myself in waist-high disappointment because things just look too dull. The skies aren’t blue enough, the grasses...
paranoia does not exist.
demons become clear as your innocent conscious develops into the fogs of mystery and difficulty. those shrilling pair of eyes staring at you from straight behind is real, it is the black outline of too many reincarnations hoping to be ‘perfect’, and it is the mush of all failing shadows clumped together. while the sense of tasting, touching, smelling, and...
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stefan; i’m sorry. i’m really, really sorry
i like to see people reconcile, i like the impatience and the stories that our lips can’t tell fast enough. i like the bringing together of two hearts, i like reunions and i like noticing people who are no longer compelled to miss others
oh, how i thirst to intertwine with mighty fingers in nothing but pure chastity and lucidity. my mad sanity wreathes itself around comfort at the thought of tippy-toeing into your lips, my head safely secured into your warm shoulders. regret has obtained its death, firmly replaced by the liveliness of forgiveness in this lovely tahoma lettering.
i feel like i’ve lived in fifty white suns, drunken the wild air after swimming the seven seas, sinking so deep that i’ve finally landed onto the ninth cloud. for too many sleepless nights and lonely evenings, i’ve been in need of sanitizing and renewal. i can’t remember the last time i felt so happy, in comparison to the past several hours. surrounded with three great...
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my friend, edison, finally made a tumblr! :D note: for a hardcore fifteen-year-old boy, he has an amazingly girlish blog.
