“do you yearn for me just like how i yearn for you?”

A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, she gives without any strings attached to it: she simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, she feels grateful that you have accepted her love, not vice versa. She does not expect you to be thankful for it - no, not at all, she does not even need your thanks. She thanks you for accepting her love.

Acceptance doesn't mean we agree with what happened or that we like it and shouldn't try to change it. It only means we gracefully come to terms with what we can't realistically change so we can focus on what we can.

and sometimes, against all odds, against all logic, we hope.

be so full of love that every word out of your mouth will soothe the souls of all those who are around you.

“She doesn’t want to hear that she is flawless. She wants to hear that she is loved regardless of her flaws.”

— charmingwinds

"I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love.

We are good people and we've suffered enough."

— Seventy Years of Sleep # 4. nikka ursula (n.t)

August has come to an end and I forgot how it felt. I think I wasted the summer thinking about you.

“My heart is a cathedral. Widows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me.”

i needed to be somewhere different and maybe i needed to be someone different, too.

and if one day we meet again, in the most unexpected time and place, i hope we can call our names without pain, without longing, without thinking of what if's and what could have been

And there's nothing, that I can do, except bury my love for you.

“It is June. Let’s hope someone is kind, just in time.”

— Vanesha Pravin, from Disorder.

stargazing, gentle wind at dawn, the smell of books, mini-drawings, paintings, long conversations late at night, quiet midnight spent listening to music, dancing, seasons, getting so absorbed in a book you forgot the world exists, the comfort in walking home after a long school day, getting up early to watch the sunrise, trying to fall asleep on the sound of rain on a rooftop, keeping a journal, photographs, writing poems, and appreciating the little things in life.

It might be a privilege to fall in love with quotes, poetry, art at a very young age. Interesting how someone else can unknowingly express thoughts when one is at loss for words; on the simple thought that our minds must have soulmates too.

We sit silently and watch the world around us. This has taken a lifetime to learn. Silence is pure. Silence is holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking. This is the great paradox.

— nicholas sparks

and just like that, the deepening midsummer of May is now concluding like withering petals of light during the night.

— xiazuela, oasis of serenity.