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Unattainable.

I’ve learned that the person you want is never the person you get. That you can spend months pining for a boy that gave you fleeting moments of attention but never truly loved you, and you’ll still be head over heels for days to come. You’re enamored by the past. Eventually, the person you wanted…

Symphony.

I see symphonies in you. The world is no longer in muted tones, it sings to me, it is in screaming color. It is deafening, but I crave its intensity. I cannot stand lackluster anymore. I need your music. I am lost in you. I am no longer an empty shell; I have searched far…

i think.

i think i feel different now. maybe the way he kisses me makes me feel more human, the way he looks at me and smiles like I’m worth something, the way he’s vulnerable and kind and more than anything i could ever be. i think i realize now. that most people that start off together…

Staying.

i’m often undeserving of the love my friends give me. so completely unconditional, filled with such deep warmth that i cannot imagine how life would be without them. i’ve learned to always pick carefully when i want to have people in my life. that knowing they’re the ones that’ll constantly guide me will be enough…

Impulsive.

He’s too shy to tell you. He’s got a heart that blazes for every inch of you, but he will never tell you of how his mind is seeped with thoughts of the sweet nectar that you speak, of the waves that ripple through your hair, of the love that he wants but is too…

Accepted.

I’m tired. The world simply is no place for someone that seems to dip into the lows more than highs, that seems to wreck herself and salvage the pieces all in one night. The world is too strong for people like us, who wither and wilt at the first sign of danger. We’re not ready…

2016.

New year, new me. Cliché, I know. But I’ve learnt that life is about change. Inevitably bitter, yet tantalizingly sweet change. And it’s all worth it, in the end. You see, we’re all stuck in the past, running through our mistakes over and over again, playing them on a loop like a generation that can’t…