I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
It was meaningful, with you.
I want to make you feel so fucking happy that you forget every bit of sad in you
The world is like a broken wrist that healed the wrong way, and will never be the same again.
How do you do it? Moving on?
We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.
George R. R. Martin, A Game of Thrones (via poetrist)
They burned the bridge, then ask why I don’t visit.
So ano pinaglalaban mo dyan ate/koya?