May 2013
So many thought that cannot be simply put in to words because word don’t form that easily.
Would you turn down your friends just to be with me?
Everything changed between us. What happened to us?
I used to fall asleep smiling, now I fall asleep with tears flowing down.
What happen to the madly in love couple, did that fire within died down?
Did conversations became pointless?
Patience , long gone.
Happiness, far from reach.
Love, or is it just a routine?
Anger within , overwhelming.
Heartaches, never ending.
Pain and sorrow,...
“I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the...”
– Haruki Murakami (via perfect)
“Do you realise how devoted I am to you, all the same? There’s nothing I wouldn’t...”
– Virginia Woolf in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, 16 February 1927 (via courcel)
“So you plant your own garden and
decorate your own soul, instead of waiting...”
– Jorge Luis Borges (via Swanfeather Songs)
April 2013
“My voice doesn’t match my deep and solemn thoughts.”
– Jean-Luc Godard (via thefagartist)
“I remember the first day we met like it was yesterday. When you introduced...”
– (via thelovewhisperer)
dearoldlove:
Our relationship wasn’t loveless, but you certainly loved me less.
If you love me , you would make an effort to hold true to your words and an effort to see me.
When I'm supposed to stay awake, I'm like
fuckyeahlaughters:
But when I’m supposed to sleep, I’m like
You see ? Slowly I’ll be loving less. Because when it happens again and again, I won’t feel a thing.
Isn’t it easy for you to get up to meet your friends but hard for you to even wakeup to meet me?
