bibliophile wannabe

“Books say: she did this because. Life says: she did this. Books are where things are explained to you, life where things aren’t.”
Julian Barnes

I was always fascinated with books, you could say I am in love with them. They are my addiction, my incurable disease. One of my silent prayers in my lifetime is to have a place where I could house my books, adding along rare, tattered books that has been passed on from hand to hand, thought to thoughts…


For now, I can only envision that room. Wishing that in a sooner time, I can be able to build my own.

one love

We spend a lot of time trying to find a love that will last us all our lives. Something to keep us waking up happy every morning, smiling all day, and warm every night.

What we don’t realize, is that some of us have that already without knowing.

Love, Friends, Sisters, Brothers, and Forever are just three ways to describe the same thing.

wanted: a lover i don’t have to love

Bright Eyes - A Lover I Don't Have to Love

I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said “Thanks, can I follow you?”
So it’s up the stairs
And out the aim of prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name
You asked the time

Now it’s two o’clock
The club is closed, we’re up the block
Your hands on me
Pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn’t care to know
Who else may have been you before

I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a girl who’s too sad to give a fuck
Where’s the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said he’d meet me here but I’m not sure
I got the money if you got the time
He said, “It feels good”
I said, “I’ll give it a try”

Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let’s just take the train
I’ll meet up with the band in the morning

Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone’s ringing
And the band’s leaving
Let’s just keep touching
Let’s just keep keep, keep singing

I want a lover I don’t have to love
I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk
Where’s the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can’t seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind

But you, but you
You write such pretty words
But life’s no storybook
Love’s an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me
Then hurt me

til i am in it again ♥

We often forget that if trying to find that certain someone is a tiring process, we have the right to stop. It’s often chasing what was once a vital part of our lives.

But by no means, are we allowed to deny ourselves the chance to be happy, in fear of being hurt again.

All trees grow leaves again after a cold winter, and each one of us has the chance to be happy again.