Baby I'm Yours
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Baby I’m Yours by Arctic Monkeys

Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)
And I’ll be yours (yours) until the stars fall from the sky,
Yours (yours) until the rivers all run dry
In other words, until I die

Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)
And I’ll be yours (yours) until the sun no longer shines,
Yours (yours) until the poets run out of rhyme
In other words, until the end of time

I’m gonna stay right here by your side,
Do my best to keep you satisfied
Nothin’ in the world can drive me away
‘Cause every day, you’ll hear me say

Baby, I’m yours (baby, I’m yours)
And I’ll be yours (yours) until two and two is three,
Yours (yours) until the mountains crumble to the sea
In other words, until eternity

Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the stars fall from the sky
Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the rivers all run dry
Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the sun no longer shines
Baby, I’m yours
‘Til the poets run out of rhyme

hey there Sybella

there’s more than
just the act of wanting -

it’s the reason
behind the wanting;

this could be
reason enough
to deprive you of
and even the
sense for time

just so you could
greet her good morning
right before
you hit the sack

or better yet
spending the night
as you welcome
your morning by
seeing her face

it has already
deprived you of
everything you need
except you don’t care;
for she alone
is everything
you could ever want 

Sino Ka?

Bituin kitang nakita                                 Sa karagatan ng dilim
Simula ang liwanag ng buwan                   Ikaw ay lumanggoy,
Ay nagbukas                                         Langgo at hapo ang mga pakpak
Kasabay ng hangin na malakas                  At di mo napuna
Malakas – humahampas                           Na may tanggan kang apoy
Sa balat kong langit lang                         Na mas maliwanag pa
Ang bumabakas                                     Sa talang iyong sinusundan

Sino ka?                                               Nabulag ka sa dilim
Ikaw ba ay isang katha,                          Habang ang iba
O isang gawa gawa?                              Ay bulag sa liwanga nila

Sino ka?                                               “Sino ka?”
Ikaw ba ang nilalang na                           Tinanong mo
Kumakalma                                            Sa mga kamay  
Sa taong umaasa sa wala?                  Ng liwanag na humaplos sayo

Sino ka?                                                “Sino ka?” tinanong mo
Hindi na kita alintana                                Sa liwanag na nakabubulag

Bituin kitang nahawakan                            Umindayog ka sa mga ulap
Simula ng mga ulap sa dilim                        At di mo napuna
Ay nagsayawan                                       Ang pagsanghil ng iyong paa,
Tinakpan mo ang itim na                           Ikaw ay nahuhulog
Kalawakan                                              Ngunit di mo nakikita
Gamit ang iyong dilaw                          Ang lumiligwak na kalawakan
Na kapangyarihan                                     Na iyong dala-dala

Sino ka?                                                 “Sino ka?”
Para kang mga letrang binuo                       Tinanong mo sa aninong
At naging isang musika                               Naaninag mo sa distansya

Sino ka?                                                 “Sino ka?”
Para kang naninimdim                                 Paulit-ulit mong sinambit
Sa daloy ng tubig na malalim                       Pero di nadama :

Sino ka?                                                  “Sino ka?”
Inaapuhap ko ang anino mo                        Sambit ng mga huni
Sa dingding ng mga silid                      Ng mga kristal na lamapara
Masikip                                                   Manipis,
Liblib                                                      Di mo madinig
Makitid                                                   Ang tanong nila

Sino ka?                                                  “Sino ka?”
Hindi na kita makilala.                                  Sagutin mo muna.

A collaborative work of:
LEFT: thediaryofsybella
RIGHT: thearchitectofundoing


This girl I love 
This girl I miss 
This girl I will do anything to make her smile
This girl deserves the best
This girl I will make her my princess
This girl I will never hurt
This girl I will never cheat on
This girl I will marry
This girl I will have cute kids with
This girl…
This girl…
This girl is my girlfriend
This girl is very special to me
This girl gives me butterflies in my tummy
This girl has the cutest smile
This girl I want to grow old with 

That’s why people hesitate. In front of all the choices, one could lose hope and try to run away, because no excuse could be used. No matter how dangerous the long journey in life was, or how one admits to being dealt the short end of the stick, everything was the result of one’s own choices, it was a road chosen by oneself. Even if this path is hard, and there’s no chance of changing past choices, one cannot place the blame on other people. No matter how angry or frustrated one was, one would be alone on that path, for no one to replace you.
—  Aisaka Taiga | Toradora
Fanged Man

you are a monster in my sleep
trying to possess me with your stare
you stench in my nightmare
like a rottened eagle
i want to wake up
in my own dark dream
pull me up from this grave
and lift me with your embrace
i don’t want to be dead
with my eyes open
fold your arms on my skin
tighter, tighter than your grin

save me!
save me!
i am afraid!
hide your teeth
for i can’t breathe
you are a monster in my sleep

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
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The Scientist- Coldplay

Come up to meet you, tell you I’m sorry
You don’t know how lovely you are
I had to find you, tell you I need you
Tell you I set you apart
Tell me your secrets, and ask me your questions
Oh let’s go back to the start

Nobody said it was easy. 

I had never thought about it, but summer was Dill by the fishpool smoking string, Dill’s eyes alive with complicated plans to make Boo Radley emerge; summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longings we sometimes felt each other feel. With him, life was routine; without him, life was unbearable.

Scout Finch | To Kill a Mockingbird