I am the galaxy itself

send me something louder than 'i love you'

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We keep running into the same vicious circle where you hurt me and you don’t care. Where I hurt you and I don’t give a slightest care.
I just want to be happy. I though I can be happy with you. But if I can’t, please let me be happy without you.

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Once you fall out of love, you let differences tearing you apart rather than pulling you together.
broken relationship is just broken sometimes (ZS)

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Reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou

Salah pilih buku pengantar tidur (lagi) nampaknya. Kirain akan sangat membosankan mengingat temanya ttg ras, gender, harapan & pendidikan. Tapi penulisnya sungguh menghipnotis.
My fav this far (I haven’t finish yet):
“She said that I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and even more intelligent than college professors. She encouraged me to listen carefully to what country people called mother wit. That in those homely sayings was couched the collective wisdom of generations.” – View on Path.

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To be perfectly fine with the loneliness,
That’s what bravery is.
Stop telling people you’re happy when you’re not.
It’s okay to be sad,
And it’s more than okay to not knowing how to ease the sadness.
Baby, we’re all lost sometimes,
But we’ll find our own universe,
Tell them to love you without seeing someone else beneath your skin
ZS

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The charming statue: Darling, you look fat in that dress. 

Me: Reallyyyy? Oh Baby, do you still love me, even if I’m fat and ugly? 

Him: 
of course I will, Darling. 
You’re the only one that I want, 
and I want you whole with all of your fat, bad breath, disgusting sense of humor, dark thought, cruel words, irrational jealousy, selfish ego and limited knowledge of world’s geography. 
I want you whole. I want you whole. 

*Then we’re getting married, live happily ever after. 

**because there’s no such love if you’re I’m relationship with human. 

#candid #prose

The charming statue: Darling, you look fat in that dress.

Me: Reallyyyy? Oh Baby, do you still love me, even if I’m fat and ugly?

Him:
of course I will, Darling.
You’re the only one that I want,
and I want you whole with all of your fat, bad breath, disgusting sense of humor, dark thought, cruel words, irrational jealousy, selfish ego and limited knowledge of world’s geography.
I want you whole. I want you whole.

*Then we’re getting married, live happily ever after.

**because there’s no such love if you’re I’m relationship with human.

#candid #prose

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1. Strangers love my poetry about us more than you do even though you told me once the reason you fell in love with me was my words. Is this a lesson on how time slowly kills everything and all we can do is watch?
2. You tell me to stop giving in to the pain but some nights, that’s the only way I can sleep.
3. You used to be my North Star but now I’m my own source of light.
4. Your name feels like rocks in my mouth most days so why do I keep saying it?
5. It hurts you to watch me hurt and it hurts me to watch you hurt. You call this enabling but I wrap it in a ribbon and call it love. This may be why I’m a writer and you’re a scientist.
6. I’ve tried to find thousands of different ways to say this but here is the simplest I’ve come up with: I never quite figured out how to care about you halfway. I try to harden my edges but they soften every time you call and I will forever be the girl who drives 7 hours across state lines in the middle of the night to hold you while you cry.
7. When I called you from the airport the other day, what I said was: ‘about to get on the plane, just wanted to say bye’. What I meant was: ‘I don’t trust these metal birds. I’m human, what am I doing trying to fly? Let this be a record. I was here. And I loved you’.
8. I still miss you and I still haven’t found a good enough reason to pretend this isn’t true.
9. My hands are black with ink and when I woke up this morning, my head ached with the nightmare of a half-formed poem. Do other people have this much to say?
10. My little sister told me today that she wanted to be a writer and I didn’t know whether to kiss her forehead or cry.
11. My father says that hindsight is 20/20 so if you need something to look forward to, let it be that this will make sense to you someday.
Fortesa Latifi - 11 Things That Kept Me Awake Last Night (via madgirlf)

(via madgirlf)

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Here’s the thing about writers. They don’t quote books or poems to show their feelings. They spill words with their own language out of their chest. They don’t quote. They create one.
ZS

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Just finish this book last night and it’s painful to end this book. It’s short. Real. Mesmerizing. Dark. Mysterious.
I have loved the author since Coraline, but this book is giving me a very sad hopeless ending yet satisfying at the same time. Reminds me of twisted things that we always had beneath our skin since childhood, as I believe everyone had one. 

"Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are things people are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things people used to be scared of a long time ago. Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren’t.” 

#book #quotes #novel #bookreview

Just finish this book last night and it’s painful to end this book. It’s short. Real. Mesmerizing. Dark. Mysterious.
I have loved the author since Coraline, but this book is giving me a very sad hopeless ending yet satisfying at the same time. Reminds me of twisted things that we always had beneath our skin since childhood, as I believe everyone had one.

"Monsters come in all shapes and sizes. Some of them are things people are scared of. Some of them are things that look like things people used to be scared of a long time ago. Sometimes monsters are things people should be scared of, but they aren’t.”

#book #quotes #novel #bookreview

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Here’s to a morning walk and have a conversation with yourself. 
Pinkish sun ray peeking through the trees. Foggy empty street. Morning dews on the wet grass. 
It’s amazing how mother earth know how to calm you down no matter how you feel. “Because life is so much bigger than the problem inside your tiny head.” she said. – View on Path.

Here’s to a morning walk and have a conversation with yourself.
Pinkish sun ray peeking through the trees. Foggy empty street. Morning dews on the wet grass.
It’s amazing how mother earth know how to calm you down no matter how you feel. “Because life is so much bigger than the problem inside your tiny head.” she said. – View on Path.

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Enough about the everlasting beautiful marriage
Let me tell you about the failing one
The head over ground failing dysfunction marriage
The hours to midnight that you spend on the coach
waiting for him to come home
and you let your mind to wonders
where is he with his cellphone dead
The night that you spent cooking dinner on recipe you just learn
that he didn’t touched because it’s too late to eat
You no longer feel the need of cooking dinner,
because he seems always already eat somewhere else.
The feeling you get, or you didn’t get, of all the flowers he gave to you,
because you knew there’s no flower in this world
that could fill the emptiness that doubts do.
The disappointment you had when you’re sleeping side by side
but it feels like the whole universe between you two.
What can you do when the prayers
are no longer answering any of your questions?
To feel that you’re too much and not enough at the same time,
To read fairytales and knew that you’re not going anywhere near them?
To saw love stories and believe them as bullshits?
You desperately want love, but you can’t have it.
Even if you’re in a marriage.
Dear, God, there’s too much irony in life.
Zhizhi Siregar - failing one

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One day trainer at Al Izzah Islamic Boarding School, Malang. Pinter2 banget dan hebat2 banget. Subhanallah. Kenapa dulu gw ga kenal tempat semacam ini untuk menimba ilmu ya? Di kaki gunung pula, sekolahnya mewah gini. Hiks. Kembalikan aku ke masa SMP. Aku mau masuk sini. :’)

One day trainer at Al Izzah Islamic Boarding School, Malang. Pinter2 banget dan hebat2 banget. Subhanallah. Kenapa dulu gw ga kenal tempat semacam ini untuk menimba ilmu ya? Di kaki gunung pula, sekolahnya mewah gini. Hiks. Kembalikan aku ke masa SMP. Aku mau masuk sini. :’)