piece of my dream

I was never good at dealing with the part where people left my life. Sometimes it felt as if my heart and dreams were shattered to pieces. But then I came to realize that them leaving had little to do with me.
The people who come into our lives are there for a reason. We’re often not aware of it, but I believe their purpose is to bring what we need in that time and place of our life. They leave for that reason too.
We let people touch our lives and when they do, they leave a mark. Whether it’s heartbreaking or heartwarming, we are never the same. At least I never was. At some point, I started to feel like I evolved into a slightly different and a more understanding version of myself. I came to know that dreams might die and eventually other dreams will awaken. And maybe, without realizing it I touch lives and dreams too. And if so, may it always be with love, wisdom and compassion. Because in the end what matters the most is what we learn and how well we pass it on.
Even when dreams come to die.
—  aashiquidreams  // Journal of Dying Dreams

confession time: I slap pastel on everything. even the things that arent supposed to be in pastel

(thank you @novembon for the request and the kind words!!! I’m glad you enjoy what Ive got on my blog. hope this reigen trying to be cool suits your taste.)

this request post predicts the pastel apocalypse. find out how the world will end right here

Ela é dissimulada, decidida, tem os olhos que engolem a alma de qualquer um… Mas ela quer mais! Ela não quer esse mundo sem graça, esses amores fúteis como febres passageiras. Ela espera intensidade, ela deseja um mundo de fervura eterna.
—  Aquela tal mulher. (Piece Of My Dream)

Ed Sheeran’s Shape of You as performed by SASER on caklempong, a traditional Malaysian orchestra sorta reminiscent of gamelan.

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do we ever think about the hearts we break? i still feel bits of you in my hands, i still feel warmth of you in my veins. my apologizes are wrapped into bottles of alcohol you drink in hopes to forget. maybe one day time will work in our favor. i left one last piece of my love into your arms and took one last piece of your dreams into my heart. do we know real absence until we lose the one we love? we still write promises into every step we take. we still kiss stars into every lullaby we whisper. do we ever think of each other? maybe at the same time, maybe into different fractions, maybe never, maybe too fast, maybe too late. these maybes are getting me crazy. maybe i miss you maybe i don’t. maybe you love me maybe you never did. i can’t think straight. the light is gone, the truth has run wild, the words are useless. the lies hurt less when we spin them around us pretending not to see, the truth hurts more when our heart is blind. when do we think when it’s too early or too late? will there ever be a right time for us?
—  k.m
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misc - uncategorized

Christian Yu

Kang Seungyoon

Baekho (Nu’est)

Peniel (BTOB)

Okay guys, you know that I never do many theories (I will have done two so far), but there was a topic that I wanted to discuss with you about Sanji and Nami.

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