My Soul's Pensieve
“Dying for someone? That’s getting old!” she said.
“Yeah,” I said. “Whoever it is that’s going to hear ‘I’m going to live for you, every day’ from us will be very lucky.”
“Very lucky indeed,” she said, “especially when we’d rather die every day.”
Sunday, 28 September 2014
Dan: You think that I left that relationship because I'm some sorta selfish, depressed prick, which I am, by the way...
Greta: I don't think you're a selfish, depressed prick. I just think that you let your troubles get in the way of your entire life.
Saturday, 27 September 2014
Friday, 26 September 2014

I used to think my ribcage held most of the things necessary for me to breathe.

It couldn’t contain you.

Anonymous:
hi!! i saw that you had screencaps for kababaihan ng malolos and i was wondering if there was a way that you were able to watch this online with english subtitles to get the screencap? im a filipino living in canada and ive been very excited for this movie but i wasnt sure there was any way for me to see it? thanks!

Hello, there! I’m sorry this reply took so long. I only borrowed a friend’s DVD of the movie. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find an uploaded version and I couldn’t copy the movie either. I might help you ask where to purchase it, though. Maybe you can have a copy delivered? Please feel free to send me a message if I can be of more help. :)

Thursday, 11 September 2014
Wednesday, 10 September 2014

Silence descends upon us as the walls behind you catch fire. They do so only as the glass windows allowed shafts from the late sun into the house. You lean back at the golden backdrop and close your eyes. I swear I have not seen you this beautiful in such a long time. I have forgotten how you looked when you scrunch your nose like that. Or when your eyebrows try to reach hands at the middle. I have forgotten. Only to remember at this moment when you are about to slip away.

And you slip out the door and onto the road. Away, away, away. You forget to say goodbye. But perhaps it is not really necessary to resonate what our hearts are already screaming: Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.

I tug the curtains and they fall to veil the road and your retreating back. I wait for the curtains to catch fire. They settle for the sunlight. I should too. I settle for a sun-drenched abode without you in it.

Recci

 
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