Friday, 23 January 2015

Awakens

Have you ever just looked at someone and thought "I really love you".
They're just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something.

and there's something about them in that moment that makes you think "I just really love you".

It's like he's the kind of person that people write song about.

Him.
His smile.
His laugh.
His warmth.
His voice.
His eyes.
His existence.


One boy, thousand feelings.
One girl, million dreams.

Friday, 9 January 2015

Why Bother?



You call that as a little insecure.
I call it as a little stupidity.

I believe she fell for you for some other reasons at the first place.
Not just because you could write a poem.
Your ability to write a poem is a bonus, I think so?

If you're insecure and afraid that she might getting back with her ex just because her ex could sketch, I think you better taking care some other stuff rather than worrying this stupid insecurities.


Wednesday, 7 January 2015

IDK

In the past few years I've learnt that sunsets last longer than people do and that the human heart can break in so many more ways than just in half.

Sometimes picking up one of the sharpest pieces and dragging it across your wrist can feel so much better than some bitches called a therapist patting your back and telling you everything is good.

Sometimes sinking means swimming somewhere new but sometimes it just means you're fucking drowning and there's no way people can help you.

Nobody dies a virgin. Life fucks us all.

hed p.e. // wake up

Tuesday, 6 January 2015

Let's Get Real

I love being horribly straighforward-kind-of-person.
Telling people how beautiful they are and how magical they can be if they believe in themselves.

But sometimes, absentmindedly I tell people how pissed I am with what they have done and said.
But most of the times, I try to be straight forward in what I do without considering any circumstances that might occur.

I don't know, whenever I feel I want to do something or to say something,
I'll just do it and it's not that I push things around to fit with my own plans.
Maybe all this time things have been good and none of them have failed, yet.
2014 is such a good year for me, literally.

Back to the topic, I just don't know when I'm gonna die.
I just want to let people know for now how much I want them, need them, feel like in this very moment.
I want each of the persons in my interest know that I appreciate their existences either when it was a good or a bad time.

I wish people could just say how they feel like "hey I really don't like when you do that to me" or "hey I'm in love with you" or "Hi I really miss you and I think about you all the time" without sounding so desperate.

Why can't everyone be painfully honest and just save people from trouble.