February 2012
3 posts
Absence
I am a soldier, so I have to fight.
I’ve been through so much, and I know there’s more to come. But I will smile in the face of hardship, no matter the odds.
God knows how many times I’ve felt like I’ve nothing more to give. But I will smile, because I know that I fight for the sound of your sweet voice, the scent of your hair brushing against your cheeks, and that smile...
“Later — when things happened that they could never have imagined — she wrote him...”
– The History Of Love (via tothepersoninthebelljar)
January 2012
12 posts
Why is it so hard, the sweetness of the heart of the cherry?
Is it because it must die or because it must carry on?
I have to go now, but I never will have really left you.
Only love is all maroon
Well, this is it then. I’ve been thinking about this day ever since primary school - not really dreading it though, just curious - and to be honest, I think I will have fun. NS will be a breeze. I just wanna get Gold for IPPT (400 bucks!!). I think 9:44 for 2.4 should be manageable in a few weeks’ time.
But sometimes, just sometimes, it’s times like these when I secretly wish...
Anonymous asked: Just out of curiosity, are you attached? Because from your posts, you sound like one hell of a catch :)
Anonymous asked: describe the girl of your dreams?
Moth
What would happen if they told us that love was nothing else but an unsurmountable fear of dying alone?
What if being found means being even more lost than you ever were before?
Then which is better: being lost before or being lost after? Don’t we all still wander in any case, and recite poetry to the wind?
Is love just another permutation of friendship or is it something else entirely?
...
i fell in love with the idea, not the reality
Rumi
Drumsound rises on the air, its throb, my heart,
A voice inside the beat says, “I know you’re tired, but come, this is the way.”
December 2011
12 posts
This might sound super dorky, but whenever she’s around, there’s this 80’s love song that suddenly starts blasting in my head.
And we like so many of the same things, the chances are quite uncanny. I’ve been hoping so hard that what they say about opposite attraction doesn’t turn out to be true.
She makes me smile till my cheeks burn, and that’s something...
What then
I bought a book about the Discourses of Rumi in Turkey, and there was something in it that’s been haunting me ever since I’ve read those words.
Rumi was recounting a part of the story of Laila and Majnun:
It is related that a certain king summoned Majnun before him.
“What has happened to you? What has befallen you?” the king inquired. “You have disgraced yourself,...
There’s something different this time. Maybe it’s just the serotonin and dopamine doing all the work, but well, I felt something. It was the kind of nice breathlessness you get midway through your run, or that feeling of being engulfed while swimming.
I really hope that she really is the same as I think she is, because well, she’s real nice.
I had a great time.
If this is writ
I think I understand it now; we were always meant to wait.
If this is writ and really is true, then so be it. If it isn’t, then I really see no harm in waiting. Fate never fails.
And if my heart is truly not meant for another, then maybe it’s fate that I share it with others. Life is too short and too meaningful to spend it consumed by the problems of only two, when we could be so...
Liberte, liberte cherie!
A’s are over! I don’t really feel different though! There’s still this nagging at the back of my mind to keep studying! But who cares! I have so much free time that I’ll probably end up vegetating away!
Ahh well, here’s some stuff that I’d like to do now that I’m free(r):
1) Read the Shahnameh and Thus Spake Zarathustra 2) Relearn German and learn maybe...
November 2011
5 posts
Eine andere
If that wasn’t for me, and I was wrong, then I’m sorry. But I hope things were as clear as they were before, and if they aren’t, then I’ll have to say this:
Whatever I told you that night still stands.
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Scylla
But fate’s a cruel mistress girl, the prettiest in the world; she dresses loosely in her bathrobe with her hair up in curls. ‘Cause we were kissing for hours, with her hands in my trousers; she could not contain herself, suggests we go back to her house. But here it comes, this is the crux - she vomits down my rental tux;
I’m not sure if it’s love anymore, but I’ve...
Trying to make it work, but man, these times are...
In the Name of God, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful;
I place my trust in God, the Most High, the Most Great.
I leave all my fears, my anxieties and my hopes to Him;
He Who created man from nothing, Who will cause him to die, and will bring him to life again;
He Who created the heavens and the earth, and the alternation of night and day;
Surely answering my whispered prayers pales in...
October 2011
8 posts
Still Ill
The days are feeling much heavier. There is this constant, throbbing ache for inertia and paralysis that’s perpetually stuck at the back of my mind. Sometimes, I feel like running and not stopping, and I imagine that somehow that constant motion would slowly meld with time and the trees and the road and the cars until everything just becomes an endless continuum of motionlessness.
We must...
22/10/11
A time will come when hearts will change and flowers fall over silent men
A time will come when dusk will be a mirroring of dawn’s nascent light
A time will come when we finally understand that there nothing to cling on to
“There is much to be said for contentment and painlessness, for these bearable...”
– Herman Hesse, Steppenwolf (via greatrelease)
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September 2011
9 posts
I knew it. Naturally, I knew that this would happen.
I was fine, you know. I didn’t see you for an entire month, and I was fine.
But then you come waltzing in with your smile and your voice and your laughter and your eyes. It’s the same dreams again, damn it, the same damn fucking dreams. Every single thought I had about you, every single fruitless wish, collided together and...
“It seems
our own impermanence is concealed from us.
The trees stand firm, the...”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Second Duino Elegy (via fuckyeahexistentialism)
Dear crunchycar,
I’m so sorry for this belated reply. I just read your note, and well, whatever you said really meant a lot to me. I’m flattered that my tumblr meant so much, and I hope that whatever small amount of solace or comfort you found helped with whatever hell that life gave you.
If you are still reading this, then please, continue reading. It feels great to know that...
Anonymous asked: do you listen to bon iver?
Damselflies
It used to be alright, simply because there was nothing. But whatever must happen happens, and in the darkness, we danced and laughed in front of a curtained audience, and I still remember the shape of your fingers
Even after that, it still used to be alright - because they were like dancing damselflies gently touching the pond’s surface, flirting with small ripples that eventually radiated...
August 2011
3 posts
24/08/11
Who knew that a smile could be so much