pieces of my self

Ask me anything   i'm myles, 20 years old. a simple girl, who is dreaming to do extra ordinary things. a believer in love, in fairy tales and happy endings but had been hurt enough to see reality. i write poems and stories that reflects what i'm feeling, most of it about pains, sins and tragedies. not surprising, cause i'm a pain addict, i guess.



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“You are angry at him, not because he left but because he did not take you with him. You are angry at him, not because he broke your heart but because you did not see it coming. You are angry with him, not because he used you but because he made a fool out of you. You are angry at him because you cannot forget him no matter how hard you try. You are angry at him for coming back when you have been trying so hard to leave. You are angry at him for being the broken down house that feels like home. You are angry at him, not just because he always manages to pick the door no matter how many times you’ve changed the lock, but because you are more angry with yourself for being too weak to shut him out.”

M.D.L, You Are Angry

(Source: mingdliu.com, via introv-erted)

— 2 days ago with 1358 notes

fatandfabulousmermaid:

One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 

(Source: linseymorris)

— 1 month ago with 87849 notes
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What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night like spoons, like two innocent bunnies — my face buried in your neck, hugging your warmth — and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other.

Maybe there’s a universe where I don’t covet so much all the time and where I’m content and where I don’t wonder about picking up and moving to Japan without saying anything to anyone and where at this very juncture, I can just know I’ll always want to come home and cook dinner with you.

If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong.

You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy.

If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. If you think of it this way, nothing is our fault.

So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse.

Well, isn’t that comforting?

If you’re sad, do like I do and just think of the other ‘verses. The ones where I believe in love and where I don’t hate myself and where I never feel the need to kamikaze relationships. A universe where we can have nice things. It’s helpful, right?

Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.

"
Gaby Dunn (x)

(Source: harryssbutt, via a-realclassact)

— 7 months ago with 16567 notes
"

The head of a company survived 9/11 because
His son started kindergarten.

Another fellow was alive because it was
His turn to bring donuts.

One woman was late because her
Alarm clock didn’t go off in time.

One was late because of being stuck on the NJ Turnpike
Because of an auto accident.

One of them
Missed his bus.

One spilled food on her clothes and had to take
Time to change.

One’s
Car wouldn’t start.

One couldn’t
Get a taxi.

The one that struck me was the man
Who put on a new pair of shoes that morning,
Took the various means to get to work but before.
He got there, he developed a blister on his foot.
He stopped at a drugstore to buy a Band-Aid.
That is why he is alive today..

Now when I am
Stuck in traffic,
Miss an elevator,
Turn back to answer a ringing telephone…
All the little things that annoy me,
I think to myself,

This is exactly where
I’m meant to be
At this very moment

"
— 8 months ago with 422927 notes
dicklivity asked: Sent. Tell me if you got them. :) Have a good evening.


Answer:

Got it. Thank you so much. I’ll spend my night with a smile in my face. :) :) :) Thank you so much for being so generous to me. Mabuhay!

— 8 months ago
dicklivity asked: You kept it in a folder??!!! That is some hardcore stuff right there. My heart is bursting. I don't know what else to say except thank you. And if you could give me your email address, I would like to send you pdf copies of the two books I had self-published. They're not perfect (typos and all, and many other things that I was too lazy to edit) but they're my babies.


Answer:

Oh My God!!! Really? Thank you so much too… Oh My god!!! I’m speechless.. My heart is also bursting.. Yes I kept it in a folder and I still have that folder with me until now, with my cherished stuffs.  Thank you so much Colvinwilt. I am not bothered by typo’s and all because I’m your greatest fan. hehehe. My email address is touchalltheloststars@gmail.com.

— 8 months ago with 1 note
dicklivity asked: Thank you, dear. That meant a lot. I hope your new year is off to an awesome start. Hugs!


Answer:

I’m a very big fan of you. When I started following your blog, I don’t have a  personal computer, yet, but I really, really love your art so I used to save all your poems and prose in my Facebook notes or in my email and when I have extra money I used to print it out and compiled it in a folder (It’s been 2 or 3 years now so the pages are all yellow).  I often quote you in my facebook posts.. You are very talented, and you are worth quoting and all your art work is worth preserving. : )

— 8 months ago with 1 note
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mrs-prozac:

My hobbies include laying in bed in my underwear while I listen to music and hate myself

(via campbelltoe)

— 8 months ago with 560157 notes