She, who loves capturing random and heartwarming moments

27/10/2024

09/08/2024

It’s in those solemn moments that your heart truly hums with happiness.

14/07/2024

“The thing is as soon as someone shows even a little affection, devotes their energy or time towards me I feel weird. I feel like I've been put into a situation I've never faced before, although I have but it still feels alien to me. As someone who is a hopeless romantic and who craves a love that can only be found in books and movies, I get scared at the mere display of affection. I don't know what's wrong with me. I feel that I've been distant and on my own for so long, now the thought of being with someone actually terrifies me.”

- Samviti Bhardwaj

08/07/2024

In the soft embrace of gloomy weather, mama Earth whispers its serene poetry, weaving mist and melody into the fiber of our souls.

23/06/2024

SINIGANG season

19/06/2024

And oh, but it hurt so much. You'd think she'd be used to it by now.

12/06/2024

you call me to tell me you miss me
i turn to face the front door of the house
waiting for a knock
days later you call to say you need me
but still aren't here
the dandelions on the lawn
are rolling their eyes in disappointment
the grass has declared you yesterday's news
what do i care
if you love me
or miss me
or need me
when you aren't doing anything about it
if i'm not the love of your life
i'll be the greatest loss instead.

- Rupi Kaur, the sun and her flowers

12/06/2024

Pause. Breathe. Amid life's hustle and chaos, find sanctuary in the art of slowing down. Take the time to rest and rejuvenate. In the cycle of shedding and blooming anew, we find the rhythm of patience, compassion, and unyielding love. Slow down and embrace nature's gentle guidance.

07/06/2024

“So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.”

~ Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

03/06/2024

Love is shown, not heard.

A thing it took me years of maturity to learn.
Hearing someone say I love you means absolutely nothing if they do not follow that up with random acts of kindness. Of course you may be feted on your birthday or a holiday. You may receive gifts at all levels of importance and value, but it's the tiny things done for you on the good days, and on the bad days, and on the cold sad days that show you are someone's treasure. The brush of a hand across your back to steady you as you stand. That look from across a room that reminds you I've got your back. The way he laughs with you, not at you. Helping you without being asked. The look in his eyes when he sees you coming toward him. The way his voice softens when he calls you by name. Lifting the heavy stuff. Doing the hard stuff. Sometimes with you. Sometimes for you.
Your heart knows his worth.

~ Sharon Sala

25/05/2024

"Why?" He tilted his head.

"That's a tricky one. Could it be your serenity, your quiet manner, your flawless fashion sense?" It did his heart good to see her quick, amused grin.

"No, I must be thinking of someone else. It must be your courage, your absolute dedication to balancing scales, that restless mind, and that sweet corner of your heart that pushes you to care so much about so many."

- Roarke, Glory in Death by J.D. Robb

18/05/2024

it took a long while, eventually, but i fell in love again. he was no writer. he was the quiet kind, the dangerous kind. oh, he never liked words. he never liked flowers, or the way the sky changes colors, or movies and books and authors and stories. it felt like he was one of those old abandoned houses where you put planks across the windows and doors to keep everyone out. the way to his heart was a winter-beaten path, and the flowers i planted died frozen and unwanted. he would look at me with cold eyes as if he'd never seen summer before. i had hoped that the summers in my smile would somehow thaw the winters raging in his heart, but he never liked words. he didn't like my words and my poems and the way i wrote about him. i never really understood, but in spite of the way he laughed at my metaphors and romanticism, i found myself filling notebooks with every single thing i could love about him. his eyes, damn, those eyes could easily break a heart. his laugh, i was ready to be a laughingstock just so i could hear it again and again. when he smiles, it's like you could literally feel and see the sky change colors.

even so, he couldn't hear the way my heart screams his name as if it was trapped inside a forest and the only way it could be found is if he would respond to my words. he was the quiet kind, the dangerous kind. there was something about the way he wouldn't let me inside his little universe so i just had to saunter around his galaxy's edge, loving him from afar. there was something about the way i hated the smell of ci******es but i loved how he smoked them around me, and how i desperately wished i was one of those little things he puts between his lips in his hours of solitude. he made me understood that i didn't really have to use words all the time, that i didnt have to say much to actually let him know he'll have my heart for as long as he likes. and whether he reads about my words or not, i will write about him and i will keep writing about him for as long as my heart likes.

- t. // he was the quiet kind, the dangerous kind
photo: dana zalesky

03/03/2024

"No, you never," he interrupted coolly.

"Never once risked your pride by saying those words back to me. You keep this place as your escape hatch rather than commit to staying with me. I let you draw the line, Eve, and now I'm moving it." It wasn't just temper pushing him now, nor was it just pain. It was the truth.

“I want all," he said flatly.
"Or I want nothing."

📖 Glory In Death by J.D. Robb