- 12:13 AM
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tell me your saddest story
i'll tell you mine
and from that,
it will start our
story of happiness
of how that night
the stars shined the brightest
and gave light
to our darkness
of how sitting on the cold concrete
felt warmer and softer
than coming home to your bed
on your most tiring day
of how the world orbits five times faster
for us to know that we
could be drunk
with words alone
and how that night
someone finally listens
not because they needed to
but because they wanted to
- 10:54 PM
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i.
Eyes wide
Shaking hands
I saw you
Then I lost you
ii.
just like pens
i also bleed
just like wounds
i also heal
iii.
just a station
just a stop
like what they say
you can't stay
iv.
with you
i don't want to know what space is
or silence
or distance
or loss
v.
you were like coffee
always craving for it
making my heart beat fast
you are bad for me
- 6:02 PM
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I finally had time to make and share this mixtape before it's too late and summer's over.
I don't want to procrastinate on this one
or else I have to wait until next year to post this.
1. Late Nights - Lydia
2. Diver - Kid Astray
3. Golden - Travie Mccoy ft. Sia
4. Youth - Troye Sivan
5. Waves - W.I.T.E.
6. Company - Justin Bieber
7. Summertime - The Mowgli's
Listen to One Summer, Love on Spotify
Enjoy listening! 💋
- 1:01 AM
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(photo from BuzzFeed)
I've dreamt of this place
Breaking windows to escape
Finding solace
But isn't it here?
- Cat C.S.
- 9:48 PM
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I know you're getting somewhat impatient. Don't worry, everything great takes time, right? That's what they said, and here's something to get you through.
Find someone who appreciates and adores your mind more than any of your physical being for he will always be thrilled by your mere thoughts and ideas.
He will never be intimidated by your intelligence, thus, he will be the one pushing you to do what you love.
So what if he finds you crying in the middle of the night because you want to write yet you don't know how to start, he won't think you are being absurd, he will comfort you and give you ideas to start with.
He is the kind of guy who knows you prefer literary pieces above any other material presents.
He will clean your glasses everytime it gets blurry.
He will turn the table lamp off whenever you unconsciously slept while reading.
He will be the one who reads your works first then tell you unbiased comments about it to help you improve.
For months or years you are waiting, you can be impulsive and always grabbing every opportunity that comes your way but always keep this in mind, he/she will not stop you from growing, he/she would be the one who inspires you to pursue what you love because out there, somewhere, there's someone who knows that between your words and within those things you love were fragments of you waiting to be discovered.
- 8:55 PM
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I don't know but I look at skies like it's an artwork from a famous artist, I could get lost in it— I also take tons of pictures.
The sky you see today would definitely never look the same the next day, so I make it a point that I look at them longer.
I really admire the view especially when the sky is a mix of orange and blue, oh wait, pink and purple! No! Pastel pink and blue— actually there are lots of combination the sky does whenever the sun is going down and I equally love them all, taking a couple of pics then going back to a staring game with the sky. Do you ever notice its magic whenever the sun is setting?
There's this incident the other day where I was so lost— listening to music and looking at the skies— well you know what time of the day it is, I'm on my way home, the bus I was riding was involved in a minor accident and I didn't know whose fault it is, well if you're riding on a bus you should be aware of your surroundings right? I am aware of the people around me but not of what is happening outside. I was shocked of course, I did not even notice that there's something wrong, not until the bus got into a stop and some police came. I am figuring things out for about 20 minutes before I had a clue of what actually happened.
Okay, enough with the incident story because I might get carried away and be lost again haha, just one of the things that can prove I can really be lost just by looking at the sky, with the right music, and writing of course, I could totally escape this world for a while, but reality happens and I have to go back, always.
P.S. I really want to do more posts like this, I wish I have enough time for everything. I think I might post my "Weekday Commute" playlist here next time. Let me know what you think. 😉
- 10:49 PM
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To the ones waiting,
time doesn't exist.
Only cold coffees,
dinners left untouched,
empty seats,
and a hopeful heart.
— Cat C.S.
- 5:22 PM
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- 9:23 PM
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"Table for one but she's too afraid to be alone
so the lamps became her stars
and the ceiling became her sky
to comfort her anxious mind."
- 10:11 PM
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My heart
was engraved with a permanent mark.
The imprints
of our memories carefully etched on every vein.
Wishing
every artery of my heart will carry them away.
- 4:00 PM
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She is flawed
but you see nothing but perfection
in the way that she sings out of tune,
just how her teeth was slightly overlapping,
how her hair doesn't always fall into place,
how she can't make up her mind up to the last minute,
and how her face was composed of blemishes and freckles
She is flawed
terribly flawed
but you loved her anyway.
- 2:32 AM
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The crowd was too loud. You held my hand, “let’s get out of here” you said.
I ran and took your hand. The moment was so fleeting that I didn’t notice you were tugging back.
“Why?” I asked.
You said I’m going too fast, so I stopped and decided to walk, with your hand still on my hand.
You stopped
“Why?” I asked again.
You said I’m too slow.
I decided to let go of your hand and just walk, trying to be even with your pace
We were in the field now and something caught my attention.
I laughed, the kind of laugh a 5-year old does when she was happily playing on the slides.
Your eyes met mine but what I saw in them m was something I was not prepared for.
It was disappointment.
You got disappointed because of the way I laughed?
I'm wondering, “how could a laugh from the one you love be so disappointing?”
The answe is, I don't know.
My laughter instantly changed into sadness
Why is it that everything I do wasn’t right for you? All the feelings I felt when you said “let’s get out of here”
the excitement and happiness were gone.
I thought you loved me. Well maybe that’s true. But I realized, you only love me when skies are blue.
- 1:29 PM
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I don't know which or what part of the universe is responsible
or how science can even explain
how the light travels
when happiness made its way from your eyes across my heart
Like, lights were bursting in colors I cannot explain,
how iridescent stars were carefully scattered in the depth of the night sky,
and how inevitable shooting stars were
yet they are unexpected.
- 12:42 AM
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I hope one day you will find real happiness.
I hope you can find comfort in being alone at times–not that I want you to be an introvert or something.
I hope you start appreciating the sun, the moon, the stars, and the entire depth of the sky.
Because accept the fact, one day we can only sit on our porch, not able to move because of age– either alone or with our better half– atleast in that very moment
you can say that you are glad for you found happiness in simple things within your reach.
And in that one day, you will find yourself smiling
because then you will realize how little things start to amaze you and fill in the missing pieces your soul are searching for.
- 3:52 PM
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Putting my words into post cards.
I dare myself to seek adventures after this whole school thing, maybe find a job to fund my adventure plans.
If you want these post cards to be delivered at your doorstep, you can visit my shop! :)
- 7:58 PM
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Flowers are beautiful
so are people
Flowers wither
so do people
- 3:45 PM
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- 8:42 AM
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You spoke of it as if it was the easiest word ever known
As if it was nothing
You spoke of it not knowing what lies after that.
I know it was out of hand
Late night messages started to turn into late night fights and irreconcilable actions
The silence that we used to love turned into unbearable white noises
Empty spaces that we used to fill slowly turned into unknown vacancy
We were once each others home
Each others comfort zone
We could have at least tried
We could have put a stop to the endless battle lead by our ego
But that night?
I guess sorry was pulled out from the list of our options
And in that very time, good night was not the word either
-
It was midnight,
the start and the end of everything.
- 9:30 AM
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This is just a town, a getaway, a perfect place for someone who wants to get completely lost and find bits of themselves they never thought they were missing
and I'm just a local, a stranger they might ask for directions, a plan b when they don't want to be lost anymore.
- realizing how subtle my existence is
- 9:04 PM
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