#originalquotes

Some are luckier than others. Some get love in abundance, while others crave for a drop from that bottomless ocean.

Hatred runs deep. It's in our roots, our blood, burning in our veins. It is taught, learned, passed down through generations. When will we break the chains? When will we choose to write a new story - one of love, acceptance, compassion, and equality? What will be our legacy? What will we teach our children?

“How does it feel to no longer be my favorite notification?”

❛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ

There's a winter that left my heart warmer than it found it. There's a summer I don't return to anymore. Every evening, I make two cups of green tea sweetened by your memories. One, for you. Another, for the you within me. At night, I cook myself some eggs and a bowl of salad. I let the metallic taste of the spoon linger in my mouth for a while. The water, cold, washes it down. You see, whatever passes through my mouth forms a small part of me. No wonder, my mouth, swallows your name as if to make up for what the seasons took away. From me.