“That is why it is so important to let certain things go. To release them. To cut loose. People need to understand that no one is playing with marked cards; sometimes we win and sometimes we lose. Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Complete the circle. Not out of pride, inability or arrogance, but simply because whatever it is no longer fits in your life. Close the door, change the record, clean the house, get rid of the dust. Stop being who you were and become who you are.”—Paulo Coehlo (via casstral)
“Don’t kiss me during the fireworks. Kiss me after and give everyone else something to look at once chaos has passed. Don’t kiss me when you don’t know what else to say, kiss me when that’s all that needs to be said. Don’t kiss me at all the right times, kiss me mid sentence because my lips were moving, and you were jealous of the air because they weren’t moving on yours. Don’t read up on old fairy tales I don’t want a fairy tale. I want real and in the moment. So kiss me when you’re up in flames and about to burst. Kiss me when the tears are doing all the work. Kiss me hard and kiss me good.
-Al”—Wouldn’t You Like To Know: (via caffenated)
In November 2011, you made “My Very Own It Girl” video for me. It was your birthday then. Last Wednesday, you sent me a private message with the asdfghjkl file attached. No, it’s not really asdfghjkl. Haha, it was also your birthday. You always have something for me on your day instead of the other way around. I know I have to make it up to you as soon as I get back there in Ala-beng! Don’t worry, this too shall pass. Sus! Ilang years na tayong ganito eh. Hahaha! But know that I miss you just as much as you miss me too, or even more. I love you forever and ever, babe. You’re the sweetest! Forevermore ajejeje ❤ :))
“My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.”—Zelda Fitzgerald, letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, mid-November 1931 (via mountainmusing)