Do you know what people really want? Everyone, I mean. Everybody in the world is thinking: I wish there was just one other person I could really talk to, who could really understand me, who’d be kind to me. That’s what people really want, if they’re telling the truth.

Doris Lessing

I can’t explain to you or to anybody what it’s like inside me. How could I begin to explain; I can’t even explain it to myself. But even this is not the main thing; the main thing is obvious: it is impossible to live like a human being around me; you see this and yet you don’t want to believe it?

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

There is always a shadow of me,
sleeping atop of a rock,
under the light of the moonlight;
there is always this little heartache,
that pins on my chest like a needle.
—  Chuck Akot, piccolo mal di cuore

forgiveness will always look beautiful on you.



don’t let your soul

be wounded by society’s idea of beauty.

don’t let your heart

be scarred by the media’s concept of love.

don’t let your mind

be stifled by the dark thoughts of the night.


sometimes

it is not your fault.

sometimes

it is not your moon to carry.


sometimes

you are worthy of just the way you are.



-juansen dizon

“Like Rain it sounded till it curved” - Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)

Like Rain it sounded till it curved
And then I knew ‘twas Wind —
It walked as wet as any Wave
But swept as dry as sand —
When it had pushed itself away
To some remotest Plain
A coming as of Hosts was heard
That was indeed the Rain —
It filled the Wells, it pleased the Pools
It warbled in the Road —
It pulled the spigot from the Hills
And let the Floods abroad —
It loosened acres, lifted seas
The sites of Centres stirred
Then like Elijah rode away
Upon a Wheel of Cloud.

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Rain, Vincent van Gogh, 1889

Descubrí que llorar hasta dormir te alivia el alma y al despertar, ese sentimiento en el pecho, aquel viejo sentimiento que tanto te acompañó, es señal de que el tiempo si esta haciendo su trabajo, si te esta curando, si te esta aliviando.

Con dolor.

Porque a veces ser cruel es el acto más lindo que uno puede tener consigo mismo.

-vdpoetry