The Misadventures of Quirky Girl

The Heroine with a jotter in her Backpack. Dreamer on the couch. aspiring traveler. bookworm.Fashion Victim with weaved shoes. Life of a self-proclaimed artiste. Backward story of ideals. All in one Imagineer

There comes an occasion where lamentation is so crucial.

It is medicinal solace; cleansing you of what builds up, causing you to stop dragging your feet. You have the ability to feel light again, I promise you. Even the most relentless fires can be doused by a monsoon.

Wash away your troubles. Rain down on them, hard.

You were designed and built specific, like the rest of us. And you are alone now only because they got tired of you, or replaced you with a younger model, or were displeased with something you said, or broke.

You were designed and built specific, like the rest of us. And you are alone now only because they got tired of you, or replaced you with a younger model, or were displeased with something you said, or broke.

And David continued to pray to the blue fairy… she who smiled softly forever. She who welcomed forever. Eventually, the floodlights died… but David could still see her, palely, by day. And he still addressed her, in hope. He prayed until all the sea anemones had shriveled and died… as the ocean froze… and the ice encased the amphilbicopter and the Blue Fairy… locking them together where he could see her… a blue ghost in ice. Always there. Always smiling. Always awaiting him. Eventually, he never moved at all… but his eyes always stayed open… staring ahead forever all though the darkness of each night… and the next day… and the next day… Thus, 2000 years passed by.

(Source: iseefilm, via keptyn)

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.

Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. (via bestbookquotes)

See you at the crossroads (at Linga, Pila, Laguna)

See you at the crossroads (at Linga, Pila, Laguna)

Funny face

Funny face

In the morning I wait
and watch
the tiny pinpricks of light
bouncing off the waves.

They are nothing but fractions
of me; nothing
but minuscule moments
passing from now to then.

But still they long for more.
How they ache
to be whole, to be complete,
to be the sun shining down.

In the morning I weep
and the tears
fragment into stars
as I ache to be whole.

Elzaro,Fragments of Light (via aestheticintrovert)

(via aestheticintrovert)