it’s so cute seeing men having fun and playing like that with children, it melts my heart n_n

it’s so cute seeing men having fun and playing like that with children, it melts my heart n_n

52232 Notes Posted: 2 months ago /

i. It’s past midnight and you’re all I can think of. The night sky’s full of stars tonight. The brightest star reminded me of your smile. I wish along the curves of your smile, I’m one of the reasons why.

ii. If I have the free will to choose what I would become, I want to be the moon—the moon that will lit the broken glasses in the window of your room. I want to be the light, the glint of hope that will guide you throughout the darkness in your life.

iii. I wish you could hear my heartbeat whenever you’re close. The number of beats my heart takes every second when you are near lies a symphony I don’t have the courage to verbalize.

iv. Some forever lasts only a second. When you looked at me that day, it was my forever.

v. I hope it was the same for you.

— Impossible Maybe’s 


And if you call me at 4 am, too sad to even say hello, I will listen to your silence until you fall asleep. If you need to cry I will not wipe your tears away because you are only human and sometimes tears are as close to laughter as you can get and that’s okay. If you get sleepy I will let you drool on my arm and I won’t laugh at you if you snore too loud. If you need to yell so hard that your voice cracks and your knees fail I will hold you up and yell with you. If you get so angry you punch your hands red I will ice your knuckles and tell you that wounds heal both inside and out, and just like the cold that is harsh and burning, I will always be the warmth to soothe you and make you feel better. I will love you.

— lntroductions.tumblr.com 

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I envy the stars that watch over you at night. The moon that looks at you like you’re the most beautiful man she has ever seen, that the luminosity in your hands are brighter than the stars combined.

I envy the air that touches you with the gentle caress from the sun every time you walk around the park. How your shirt touches your skin every waking day of your life. How your hair, that you haven’t cut for four months, touch the tips of your eyebrow. I envy the things that touch you in ways I cannot.

I envy the songs that stop you from what you’re doing. The songs that put you on your knees and tears on your eyes. The melodies that tell you how wonderful you are. The songs of love that surround you with the words I can never tell you.

the girl who’s envious of the things she can never be. 

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My mother used to remind me to be careful whenever I’m in the kitchen. The utensils used can be sharp and my hands can get cut. When cooking, the pots can be hot and my skin can burn. Don’t go too close, it might hurt me. Always curl my fingers when cutting any vegetables or meat. Wash my hands all the time, because bacteria can contaminate the food. Separate the meat from vegetables. Always make sure that the food is thoroughly cook. Don’t put too much salt or sugar. Be safe no matter what, because it’s dangerous. It is trial and error when it comes to the taste of the dishes, but there’s always improvement.

I never thought it can apply to people. I can get cut with words, burn by rumors. Don’t get too close. Curl my fingers, better yet ball it into a fist. Always wash my hands of sins, don’t infect anyone, and find a way to make them right. Separate people, some bring more good than the others. Take responsibility and own up for mistakes. Don’t do too much of anything. It’s a dangerous world. Be a better person each day.

And god how I wished my mother told me these when it comes to people and society. Because I wasn’t careful enough. I am always hurting.

Be careful, C.S.

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