It’s been months and I’m still drowning in you.
Let me breathe. – Michaela Rule

Love is like an ocean. It is far and wide but most people are afraid to go too deep. They are afraid they will get hurt by the unknown. But once you explore the deep depths of the ocean only then do you find true beauty.

There is only one way to avoid criticism: do nothing, say nothing, and be nothing.

– Aristotle

A ship is safe in harbor but that is not what ships are for…

You see, the one who dies with the most toys win right?

You dont owe your company shit, doest matter how much smarter you are, it is a profit driven machine, there is no room for feelings!

You might feed the lion one second and the next he is fucking eating you!

He’s empty without her and she’s heartless without him.

I find littles pieces of myself scattered throughout so many stories

“Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.”

I often suffer from basorexia

Social Media :

“He who has many friends has no friends” – ARISTOTLE (384-322 BC).

The translation familiar with goes, “a friend to all is a friend to none”.


“We were together. I forget the rest.”
― Walt Whitman

“If I knew then what I know now, well, it probably wouldn’t have changed very much. And it probably wouldn’t have changed very much because sometimes, it doesn’t matter what you know. What you feel… just takes over.”

You talked bout mental illness as it is behind closed doors and in hused voicies!

‘Cinta adalah kata lain until nafsu, ditambah nafsu, ditambah penipuan, kebohongan Dan tipu daya, cinta ialah hal paling gelap dari semua malapetaka’

Dog in the box just accept the shock!

Associate with people who are likely to improve you.

He who is brave is free


If a man knows not to which port he sails, no wind is favorable.


It is the power of the mind to be unconquerable.

Seneca, The Stoic Philosophy of Seneca: Essays and Letters

Religion is regarded by the common people as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful.

Luck is what happens when preparation meets opportunity.


Im a snowman without the snow..

If your life was an art museum, I’d be the Van Gogh.

We all have our time machines, don’t we. Those that take us back are memories… And those that carry us forward, are dreams.

Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.




I’m lying on the moon
My dear, I’ll be there soon
It’s a quiet and starry place
Time’s we’re swallowed up
In space we’re here a million miles away

There’s things I wish I knew
There’s no thing I’d keep from you
It’s a dark and shiny place
But with you my dear
I’m safe and we’re a million miles away

We’re lying on the moon
It’s a perfect afternoon
Your shadow follows me all day
Making sure that I’m
Okay and we’re a million miles away




The soul of a dead man, it’s made of ice.
Stone cold because he couldn’t suffice.
He was hated and forever looked down upon.
Even if he was so nice.

The man had a secret that he couldn’t speak.
For the demons who lived inside him would decieve.

No one loved this man at all.
Till his last attempt was noticed through a hole in the wall.



Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long
And there is time to kill today
And then one day you find
Ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run
You missed the starting gun

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter
Never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought
Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
The time is gone
The song is over
Thought I’d something more to say