Amen Omen.

 Are you okay?‘ - why do people say it? Does ‘I’m fine’ honestly satisfy you? If so, you don’t mean what you’re asking. I mean, come on, look in my eyes - I’m not okay. You know I’m not okay. And you asking if I’m okay is just reminding me how badly I’m not. I want someone to reach out a little farther than just ‘are you okay?’. Instead of a question, make it a statement. You’re okay. It’s gonna be okay. It would mean so much to me more. We all need to look a little deeper. Nobody is ever okay.

"Are you okay?" You never want to ask me that anymore. Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you? Sometimes I think our relationship has gone down the drain. All you can tell me is that you don't want me to lay a friggin' hand on your best friend. Yeah, I know you've known him for over 7 years or so, but does that give you a reason to be on his side? No. You think it's retarded and rude if I lay a hand on him? I don't think so. I think it's even more retarded if you'd rather let me hurt myself, than seeing me hurt your best friend.

I'm warning you.

One day, I'm going to break your stupid little promise.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Sometimes I even wonder why am I still holding on.

"I love you". 

Do these words even mean anything anymore?

'Cause I'm starting to feel as though you don't mean it when I hear you say it.

 

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Hey.

Hey,
Yeah.
Thats us.
I'm Stella. She's Rafael.
I'm the one, in red.

Hey, I love Rafael.
She's amazing.
She's like a sister to me.
But usually, she's my adopted " mom ".
aha. (:

Remembering Sunday - All time Low.
Our song. 2nd one, actually.

Written with ♥,
Stella.

The Butterfly Project.

SPREAD THE WORD.

”The Butterfly Project”. This is a tool that can be used to help those that suffer with self-injury.

The Rules are:
1. When you feel like you want to cut, take a marker, pen, or sharpies and draw a butterfly on your arm/hand/legs.
2. Name the butterfly after a loved one, or someone that really wants you to get better.
3. You must let the butterfly fade naturally. NO scrubbing it off.
4. If you cut before the butterfly is gone, you’ve killed it. If you don’t cut, it lives.
5. If you have more than one butterfly, cutting kills all of them.
6. Another person may draw them on you. These butterflies are extra special. Take good care of them.
7. Even if you don’t cut, feel free to draw a butterfly anyways, to show your support. If you do this, name it after someone you know that cuts or is suffering right now, and tell them. It could help.

♥

Just an FYI, you are not required to draw a butterfly. you can draw anything you like. The butterfly idea is just the main focal point of the group.

Drown.

 You want the truth?

I don't even know what's the truth anymore.

I'm getting tired.

So tired, that I don't even know what to do anymore.

No, I don't need anyone to save me from this mess.

I just need to distance myself from everyone for awhile.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

I hate my past.

Last night, something happened to me. Something so bad which brought back last year's memories. Memories that I kept in this tiny box in the back of my head, not wanting to open it. But it was opened. I still cannot fathom how I could make it happen last year. I know we're all only human and we're all supposed to make mistakes, but this is different. I could've stopped something really bad from happening, but I didn't. Why? I don't know the hell why. If only I could turn back time. Man, things would've turned out so much more different. I think I'm cursed. The worst things always happened to me. I think I need to be shot in the head sometimes.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

I've got a ticket out of this place. Don't try stopping me, 'cause it'll never work.

Written with ♥,

Stella.

Typical.

Its amazing how silence could change a person's mood.

; & well, thats just a true statement.

Anyways, I'm here to talk about typical, guys. You see, some guys talk to you because they just want you to be in a relationship with them. When he knows you have a boyfriend, he'll ditch. Like some other bastards who doesn't appreciate friendship.

Last two years, I used to like this guy. A lot. And he did asked me to be his, a few times, but I said no.

Why? 'cause he, was a playboy.

For two years, we lost contact. And I knew him like 5 years ago. No number, no nothing. Until it was facebook, who made us talk again.

After a few days, he knows I'm arguing with my guy. He keeps asking me to be his, again. & he said, he waited for 2 years. Its true. But whats the point if he doesn't want to be just friends. Well, he asked me on the first day of Raya celebration. Again. & he only contacted for at least, 2 weeks. Thats it. You see, my love for Andrew is true. Its uncountable. I can't just say yes because I was arguing with him. I know it was really serious, but still. I still love him with no doubt. So its obvious, I turned that typical guy down. I know, one day we'll contact again. But it'll be a normal conversation. Nothing more. He loves me. But I love him, only as a friend. Not more. I'm sorry but if you can't stay in a friendship, how am I going to trust you in a relationship?

Written with ♥,

Stella.

Tears Don't Fall.

 

"I’m not part of your life anymore, and you’re not part of mine. We both have someone new and we both stopped trying. Today I went out with a friend, and I had fun. I didn’t have to worry about if you’d text back, or if I would ever hear from you again, because I know that you know somewhere deep down that I care about you, and that when and if that time comes, I will be right here waiting for you with open arms. I can honestly say I’ve moved on, and that I’m happy I’ve done so. I want to thank you for making me stronger, and teaching me so much. I want to thank you for being the amazing friend that you were for that period of time, and I want to thank you for letting everything end. Really, thank you. It has helped so much, and soon, I’m going to be happy again. Really happy. And I only have you to thank. <3"

Source - Tumblr.

My sentiments exactly.
And right now, I'm having the best time of my life.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Dammit boy, wake up already!

 "She yells because she cares; she cries because she’s frustrated. She randomly smiles because she’s thinking of you, even if you’re already there. She scrunches her face because she’s about to explode, not because she’s constipated. She hits you because she wants to touch you. She stares at you because she’s infatuated. She calls every half hour because she misses you. She lectures you because she’s boss, not mom. She kisses you because she just wants to. She asks you questions because she’s curious, not to be annoying. She wants to know where you are to be with you. She calls just to hear your voice. She walks beside you to hold your hand. She sits close to you to lean on your shoulder. She stands in front of you because she wants a hug. Just face it boy; she’s in love with you."

Source - Tumblr. 

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

I'll love you till the sky falls down.

2085. I wish we figure out what's wrong before it's too late. We're drifting apart, and I don't know why. 

Source - Tumblr.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

And I wonder, through all this chaos, if you ever think about me.

I hope you do.

Now, why do I get the feeling that you don't?

--

You woke me up yesterday morning with a text. I was wondering who the hell would wake me up at 8 in the morning. I opened the text and found out that it was you. I scanned through your text several times, just to make sure it was you. It really was you. I was overjoyed that it was you, because we hadn't spoken since Tuesday. I was mad at you. You didn't reply my text and you rejected my goddamn calls. Other calls weren't picked up. You told me you were texting when my call came right up, and when you pressed backspace, you rejected my call. You didn't even apologize. I still wonder who the hell you were texting. It doesn't really matter who the person is. What matters is that you could text that person, but not reply to my text. Congratulations, you were the third person who pissed me off that day. First my parents, then you. You just had to, didn't you? And when I read your text yesterday morning, all you said was, "What happened?". I didn't want you to know, but you kept pushing me, like always, and then I finally told you, but I didn't tell you the whole thing. Thank God I didn't tell you the whole thing. Otherwise it would just mess things up between us more. 

I haven't heard from you since yesterday. I don't want to sound obsessed (which I'm not), but it's just that it sort of feels like it's been ages since you told me that you love me. I know that you do, but sometimes a girl just needs reassurance y'know? 

All I'm trying to say here is, I miss you so much. I want everything to go back to the way it used to be.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Why must you be such a jerk sometimes?

And this is exactly what I feel right now. I just don't know what to feel anymore. My heart's turn cold.

You promised me you'd changed.

But so far, I haven't seen any change tbh.

Sometimes I just feel like giving up on you.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

No.

Because you see, smiling on the outside

doesn't prove that you're okay.

Written with ♥,

Stella.

Cry.

 Do you know how it feels when love cuts you right up?

I do. 'Cause I'm going through it. Right here, right now.

I just don't know what to do anymore. I feel so lost.

Apparently, thinking is what I do best. So I'm going to do just that, before I fall right off to sleep tonight.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Sorrow.

Why do you have to do this to me?

What did I do to deserve this?

How do I get through this alone?

Who could I lean on to?

Which heart can I lend?

Where can I leave all this depression?

Take a good hard look, I'm not okay.

All the amazing situations.

All the love.

This life, has everything.

But at the same time, it's full of sorrow.

Sorrow, that can can change people.

Sorrow, that can kill.

Who and what causes sorrow?

People that you care, and depression that they give.

Why does depression occur?

Depression occurs when you get hurt by somebody, you love.

How do we get rid of depression?

Forget, smile and laugh.

What about hardcore depression?

Hell no. There's no cure for that.

And that, is what I'm going through everyday.

Depression.

Written with ♥,

Stella.

No one really knows our heartaches.

No one has the right to judge us because no one really knows what we have been through. They may have heard about our stories, but they never did once felt what we felt in our hearts.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Do you believe in Romeo?

You should never settle for second best, out there is a soul mate for everyone, a Prince Charming for every Cinderella. Whether it's someone you could be walking past everyday or someone who lives the other side of the world, there's someone who makes you feel the way you have always wanted to feel. 

There's a man out there who can take your breath away just by touching your face and a man who will give you butterflies by taking a glance at you. You could be with someone 50 years and then suddenly your real true love can come running into your life by storm. There's no limit on true love. It could be a crazy adventure or a simple 'hi' meeting. Whichever way, everyone deserves a dream come true. If everyone could find their true love, the whole world would be happy. 

I believe in fairy tales, do you?

Written with ♥, 

Caragh Sullivan.

 

 Be sure to check out her site at:

www.yourlovewilldrown.tumblr.com

That's right, I said it.

 I can't believe I'm saying this but I need you like a heart needs a beat.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Overrated.

 It is a true fact. No one can deny that. If anyone dare denies it, then I shall challenge that person to give me as many reasons as he/she can come up with. But don't be a dope, would you really want to waste your time on coming up with reasons why love isn't overrated when you could be doing other things that are more . . . useful, perhaps? You've really no life if you do it. Haha. Shame on you if you ever do it, you fool.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

We all have stories we'll never tell.

 And it was mainly because of you.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

You are the risk I'll always take.

And suddenly I understand everything I couldn't comprehend.

I'm a mess, I confess.

And there's nothing I can do to prove to you I'm being honest.

And how I wish, you would just tell me the reason why, you won't fall in love. I know it's hard, but I need you to understand that if you tell me, then I would know how to make it all better. I want to heal you. I won't break you, like how he did, I promise. And in order for me to do that, I just need you to be frank with me. I've been waiting for you since the day I met you, and that was three years ago. Believe it or not, it was love at first sight. You may not believe in love at first sight, but I do. And all I need is your trust. You can count on me, love. I won't let you down. I won't let you leave, until I make you fall in love with me. You're all I need, right now. I promise you it won't be like how your last relationship was. It will be different this time. Haven't I already given you enough time to think this through? How much more time do you need? 

You know it's true. I miss you. I think about you every second of the day. And I wonder what the outcome will be. You're running through my mind all day and it's insane. I need you out of my mind and I guess I just really need an answer soon.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Not a second to waste.

 I don't know what to do anymore.

A whole bunch of mixed feelings is welled up inside of me.

I can't breathe properly, my chest hurts, what next..?

This is temporary insanity.

This is what it feels like.

Now I know why some people choose to never fall in love.

Now I comprehend.

Now if I let you go, I wouldn't ever be able to forgive myself for it.

So don't be stupid.

I shouldn't let you go (no, I shouldn't)

I just need a little more time

But how much time do I have left really?

Why am I talking like it's the end of the world?

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Clueless.

 You were once a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.

What ever happened to us?

I miss us.

I miss the things that we used to do.

Now the memories just come back to haunt me.

Sometimes when I even find myself walking to our favorite hangout place,  I stop dead in my tracks.

It's like I know the pathway like the back of my hand.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

I like your face.

 

I like everything about you.

The way you talk.

The way you laugh.

The way you hold me so close.

The way you hold my hand.

The way you kiss me.

The way you always ask me 'What's wrong?' when you see me go all quiet.

And also, the way you look me in the eyes to tell me you love me.

I love you.

To be honest, my love for you deepens each day.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

I'm yours to keep.

 Love yourself before you even love others.

Then how is it that I don't love myself but I love her very much? It just can't be possible. Truth be told, ever since I was young, I've never loved myself. I guess I just still can't accept the person who I was before, and the person I am now. It's like, my whole life, I've been so disappointed in myself that it doesn't really matter anymore. 

Can it be true, be possible that I can love her so much without even loving myself?

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Dumbfounded.

Love is an obstacle; a challenge.

So don't give up just yet.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Dreaming Out Loud.

 "The wounds of love can only be healed by those who made them." - Publilius Syrus.

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Flippy.

Alter The Ending.

Do you wish you could just go back to the day when you first fell in love with your partner?

I don't.

Know why? 

Because:

Although I miss that day so much, I wouldn't give anything to go back to that day because as the days go by, my love for you deepens and increases. And I definitely don't want to lose that once in a lifetime feeling.

But just in case if you were wondering how to go back to that day, it is possible. Possible, but hard. You just need to find out what made you fall for your partner in the first place. Then make it happen again.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Try to spot the difference.

If there even is a difference? Mmm.

"I don't care enough about you to love you.

I don't love you enough to care about you."

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Rafael.

Faith.

 There's no such thing as too young.

There's no such thing as forever either.

Second chances won't leave you alone.

Although most of the time that happens.

So let's just screw that theory, aye?

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Again, we all have different opinions.

 "Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."

-St. Augustine

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Time heals everything.

 Getting heartbroken may just be one of the worst feelings in our lives. You're so broken, it's as if you can't feel anything anymore. All you can do, and feel like doing is just cry, cry and cry. 

Until one day someone rescues you. 

Then everything (your whole world) changes.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Fall

When I fall for you,

Would you catch me?

When I smile,

Would you laugh?

I said I love you.

Did you care?

But you fell for me, and I caught you.

That's all you need. That's all I have.

Let's swim throughout the Atlantic ocean.

Let's travel around the universe.

It doesn't matter if it lasts forever or not.

What matters is how much you spend time with me.

That's all I need you to prove.

That's it.

                                                                                  Written with ♥,

                                                                                                 Stella.

True love.

"In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with."

 - Mac MacGuff, Juno movie. 

 

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Screw love.

 It's frustrating how love can just tear us apart like that.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

In My Heart.

 Love is handing someone a gun and letting it point to your head, believing that he won't pull the trigger.
-Spongebob Squarepants.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Nothing But The Truth.

 "A life without love is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and richness to life that nothing else can bring." 

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Behind every bitch / jerk is an asshole who made him / her that way.

 “I’m learning how to let go of the past now. Everything happens for a reason, and the past is only there to teach you a lesson, to make you stronger. There’s no point in letting it bother you forever.” 

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Caved.

"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." 

— Marilyn Monroe.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

I Like You; You're Quite Awesome.

 At times, we may wonder why our partners picked us in the first place. Some may criticize you for who you pick but why should you give a damn?  Well, ever heard of that saying, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder"? If anyone ever asks you why your partner picked you, just tell 'em that, keep your head held high and smile wide. 

Smile, and the whole world will smile with you. 

-Anonymous

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Intentions.

 There's really no point in dwelling on the past if you're just gonna keep calling it a mistake. But it sure is okay to regret. Just don't regret for too long. Learn to let go, someday.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Lover's Romance.

We may not be gettin' younger, our days might be slippin' away
Yeah we're still so fucking young, so we'll party like it's our last day.

 

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Je Vous Manque.

I miss my lover so much that I had a dream about her, again.

I think I've lost all control. Someone save me.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

Guilt.

 If you are in a relationship and are currently having flashbacks, it's normal. Your partner realizes that something is wrong. Listen to me. Do not tell him the reason why. I repeat. Do not. Know why? 'Cause you'd only hurt him/her. And obviously you do not want that.

You may feel guilty, so try your hardest so stop. In a way, it's wrong. In a way, it isn't fair. At least that's what I think anyway. For me, it's really hard. Even a word that someone mentions, already gets me flashbacks. 

It sucks.

A piece of advise: When you are in a relationship, don't think too much.

 

I'm trying so hard, because I really want my relationship to work out. I do not want to be the one that ruins it. 

Love is a fair game that we all play. Play fair, and you will get your reward.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

First lover.

 A friend of mine asked me, 'What is a first love?'

Well, a first love is when you truly love that person, and that person truly loves you back too. 

But that's my definition of  a first love; you may have yours.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

The Rumor.

 Trip over l o v e, you can g e t u p. 

Fall in l o v e and you fall f o r e v e r.

It's true, what it says. 

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

That is the only place, I'd rather be alone.

To think. To enjoy god's creations.

Sometimes, I rather be a loner. Alone. With nobody by my side.

Just me. That place.

And other places,

I want you to be there. No doubt.

I was never perfectly alone. And I will never be. 

                                                               Written with ♥,

                                                              Stella.

Mended.

 What is a promise?

It is a commitment by someone to do or not do something.

That's its general definition.

 I still don't get it why people tend to break their promises. 

The situation here: 

Your lover promises you that he/she won't ever treat you the way your ex did. 

Cliche much? I mean, sure, they'll treat you like it's the end of the world for awhile, but after awhile, *BAM*. Your heart gets broken again. I guess they just like taking advantage of us. Seriously, I mean, sometimes I wonder, what's the point of love when almost every relationship just ends up the same? Say, it's something you can get sick of, if you've been through it once too many times.

Sometimes, I really wonder. What's the point of loving someone so much, when in the end you know you're just gonna get your heart broken and then you start regretting so much? I think it's just simply stupid.

Written with ♥,

Rafael.

I'll be spending nights wishing you were here.

You told me you'd always love me & nobody else could love me like you do.
You get angry at me sometimes.
But I still tell myself that I know that everything's going to be alright.
I need you like a heartbeat. You'll be the last, and the first person I'd be chasin' for in life.
I'll be making the efforts, finding out how much you love me
I'd be making thrice the efforts, telling you how much I love you.
Cause I'm worried that this'll be my last few words to you.
Every night at 11:11, I wish for you to be right next to me.
&
Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again... 
skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
I miss having you next to me. I'll be waiting for you. 
xx

Written with ♥,

Harajuku.

I have everything, but I just don't have you.

 

 I have never felt this way about anyone before. Now I know the feeling. It is kinda screwed. It hurts. Like hell. And maybe, just maybe, I’m jealous of her just because she’s got everything that I have to live without. Yes, I want you. Damn it as I know it’s not gonna happen. Well, it’s alright. You’re happy, that’s all I'll ever need. Just to let you know, I love you.

Written with ♥,

Anonymous.