October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: “It is simply a matter,” he explained to April, “of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.
You are my sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content. Happy 1st of October my only love 💗
I miss my mom.
If ever you’re wondering why I chose this pic, well (You’re not alone, I wonder about it too) hahaha just kidding, I chose this picture because I’m wearing the earring she gave me for my birthday and I just can’t resist loving it. I like how the Eifel tower ensembles my dreams and aspirations in life. Every girl dreams of seeing the Eifel tower and go to Paris. (Ofcourse I dream of that too) But as I got older I realized that there are more dreams that I have to dream than just seeing the Eifel Tower and eat some romantic dinner in Paris or shop at Chanel/ Gucci. These days I dream of seeing my mom and hug her tight, thank her for all the sacrifices for all the sweat and blood she shed just to give me all the best in life. I dream of having dinner with my family-complete, in a beautiful beach resort near our hometown, I dream of hugging my sister like I never did before, kissing her in her forehead and talk about what teens do nowadays, I want to share every experience I had in Iligan to my mom and tell her all the joys I’ve been experiencing all the heartaches I’ve been through.
I chose to dream a better dream.
The only person who knows the deepest secrets and darkest shades of my soul and still loves me unconditionally. Hello! @lancedepedro 🎈
There is a shipwreck between your ribs and it took eighteen years
for me to understand how to understand your kind of drowning.
There are people who cannot be held quietly. There are screams
that are never externalized. If I looked at the photo albums of your
past twenty years, all I would find are decibel meter graphs of
phone calls and the intensity of your silence as you sat
smoking cigarettes in the garage.
There is a shipwreck between your ribs. You are a box with
fragile written on it, and so many people have not handled you
And for the first time, I understand that I will never know
how to apologize for being
one of them.