Sometimes it takes years before we realize how much a person we’ve lost really meant to us but in those moments it no longer matters anymore. We’ve grieved, we’ve moved on, and we’ve learned. Life has this way of protecting us from such realizations early on for us to be able to heal from the damage properly.
On days when I feel hatred for myself, I cry because I want to love myself.
Love is not a language of confusion.
It is the immaculate doctrine placed under each breath.
How it is the only language clearer than your mother-tongue.
So Darling, if you find yourself wondering if it will fall under the name of love.
Just remember this.
if they do love you; they would choose you.
– Clarity,Conee Berdera
i no longer write about you in my poems, darling. i write about you in the blank spaces and empty papers and in all of my unwritten words.
— fray narte
attraction by juansen dizon
sunday lesson by juansen dizon
Tears aren’t meant to be dried up. They are meant to be kissed, understood and reciprocated when necessary.
It’s okay to fall in love with something that you don’t even understand even if that something is yourself.