Follow @ila_patrice Errant and not so errant thoughts

Malungkot.

Puyat.
At hindi makatulog.

haha. malungkot pretty much sums it up. le sigh.

Pain makes man think. Thought makes man wise. Wisdom makes life endurable.
John Patrick (via soldierofink)
(Reblogged from soldierofink)

"It is such a secret place, the land of tears"

Let a scream out.

Kick a wall

but never let a teardrop fall.

Punch my chest.

Pull my hair.

Stop and have a vacant stare.

Feel it burning 

in my eyes

teardrops from

a hundred lies.

I tried.

I failed.

The teardrops fell.

But to him 

I’ll never tell.

The “title” is from Antoinne de Saint-Exupery’s The Little Prince

I don’t leave questions unanswered. When I do, it’s either I don’t want to talk about it or I know you can’t handle what I’ll tell you.
Remember not the things that a person did to make you feel hurt, but those which make this person worth hurting for.

i have a lot to say

you just have to ask the right questions

(via rhymez)

(Source: bredled)

(Reblogged from chaosbitxh)
I knew who I was this morning, but I’ve changed a few times since then.
 Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass  (via larmoyante)
(Reblogged from crystalclearthoughts)
If you go in for argument, take care of your temper. Your logic, if you have any, will take care of itself.
Joseph Farrell (via soldierofink)
(Reblogged from soldierofink)

They’re all just words.

Words that don’t mean anything until they’re proven.

Yet the comfort they bring is true—

comforting lies that aren’t forgotten.

They’re all but words

but I need them.

I need the comfort that they bring.

Is it real or an illusion—

or are those the same thing?

These are all just words.

My words—

and I’ve said so much before.

Was it everything?

They were lots of things.

But I’ve promised to say no more.

(Reblogged from porushdowncancel)

I play the hand I’m dealt

and these cards are in his favor.

Inside I freeze,

I melt,

however constant

my demeanor.

I play the hand I’m dealt

for him I’ll win,

I’ll lose.

Will always play the hand I’m dealt

but all hands

are his

to choose.

Suppression.

It’s not not caring at all.

It may even be caring for yourself—enough to control your thoughts and stop them… from hurting you.

It’s not forgetting. Just consciously choosing not to remember. I believe there’s a difference.

To me, somehow… it feels a little better knowing I win the battles in my head.

Suppression.

I Love You Dearly, Constantly

I love you dearly, constantly—

beyond what reason can explain.

Always and sincerely,

though fear and hurt remain.

I love you dearly, constantly—

despite loneliness and sorrow.

Truthfully. Completely.

I love you more for each tomorrow.

I Love You Dearly, Constantly

by… well… me. lol

haven’t written anything like this ina while. thought i’d give it a go.

When angry, count four; when very angry, swear.
Mark Twain