Writings of the Heart

[kjyo]

i’ve wrote poems, songs of you in my head-

…but you’ll only know of them once i’m dead. 

Edited Thursday at 11:20 AM by kjyo

[cynophile]

On 5/7/2025 at 12:53 PM, Nymphomatix said:

Anong hanap mo OP

isang dosenang yakap, isang tray na kiss, at isang milyong lambing. sa lunes babayaran. 😅

[DinaFritz]

When the surroundings get blue, you’re the only thing that paints everything yellow.

[kjyo]

purple; flickering

eyes wandering through gasps, red

tongues along the skin.

 

[mynameisjefff]

God’s timing might be sooner than you think. BE READY.

[Behindyou]

End of the world baby

[Holly Golightly]

On 3/3/2025 at 12:29 AM, Holly Golightly said:

if you don't make a move to finally kiss me next time we see each other, i will friendzone you so hard.

I like clean lines, checklists, the Aptos font, and schedules that align. I tuck fresh laundry into drawers while still warm and rerack my weights at the gym. I find that sorting each connection into its own compartment is a comforting process: friend, colleague, emergency contact, lover, liability, prey.

After months of casual hangs, including sitting down to dinner with my circle, you finally take your rightful place. And as I pulled away from that initial kiss, you murmured, "I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you," and I knew:

Soft distraction.

[kjyo]

some semblance of curiosity- forming, curated and perceived through a rose colored lens is dangerous.

…acting on it; lethal. 

[cynophile]

nakakalungkot lang na ang daming good guys with provider mindset na niloloko parin.

Kung marami lang ako minahal ko na kayong lahat HAHAHAHHA 🫠😆

[Nymphomatix]

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.