artist/band: The Civil Wars
telly on: on everything Josh Hutcherson
soundtrack: Summer House - Gold Motel
flick: Breakfast at Tiffany's (1961)
book: Star Girl - Jerry Spinelli


"The fool looks at a finger that points to the sky."

- Amelie





You know I love you, don't be a fool.

Kira de Ocampo. Singer-Songwriter. Creative Writing student in UP Diliman. I am basically a grandma inside a 21-year-old body.



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the doldroms ? i'll chalk it up to broken hearts
the dance ? decorating for cinco de mayo - kenotia
the lexis ? "...where do you go when your eyes are closed?"
the periwinkle sky ? heartbreak catastrophes *insert slashed heart here*



this song, in some ways, has affected me deeply. i guess it aids me much as i slowly find a way out of this drought. but i do know that this circumstance has a purpose for me. then again, if destiny permits, i would want him to know that he's not worth that lost.



and this song tells it all.


read it. and maybe someday, when someone steals your heart and stabs you to death, you'll see why he doesn't deserve a single pint of you at all. and everything that you are. in everyway.


I can't find a way out and the clocks are broken, leaking time.
One more second, I may die
'Cuz my wounds are open bleeding life.


You're a problem, I'll never solve.
How do I say it and let it go?


You never told me just what you wanted,
I'm only guessing you're wanting me.
I never said this is what I wanted,
A love that's shaking and all onesided.


So tell me why you have kept me here,
Empty and lifeless, afraid to leave this.
Should I stay and pretend to smile?
There's nothing for me, I need to go.


Where do you go when your eyes are closed?
Why do you waste it all for show?
Am I there when your eyes are closed?
Am I wasting it all for show?
Am I wrong? Is this wrong?
Is it a lie? You always lie.


Look at you, already gone..
But expecting me here waiting for you
when you're feeling lonely.


And I will never know why I let myself be broken.
But when this rip becomes a tear,
I 'll have lost the will for hoping.
If i stay I risk losing a part of me that i once loved.
And you're not worth that loss,
I'll chalk it up to broken hearts.
If I'm strong and I dig myself out, I'll live.


I can't find a way out and the clocks are broken, leaking time.
One more second, I may die
'Cuz my wounds are open bleeding life.
I'm not ready to give my life.




as you go, and as you sleep, remember these last words from someone who cared about you. who loved you. and who did everything for you. you're just so stupid to forget.



here lies you.
i've yet worn my black dress.
slash. slash like you do.
may you rest in pieces.
PS: i hate you.



no longer yours,
katy.*

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