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Permanencia de Edificio

I sit in a place where the dust gathers around me. 

However poetic it may sound, it’s a solid truth. While I sit here quietly, writing down my thoughts, the dust settles around me, as if it were embracing me; outside the dust gather in heaps. 

I should probably mention, this is because our home is undergoing renovation. Again

However weird it may sound, one of the things I would proudly share about myself is that I grew up with construction as a normal part of life. Saying this, would prompt me to imply that I am used to destruction as well. 

To build and to destroy, is a harmony that I am familiar with, and both are close to my heart. 

Nothing is ever permanent in this home, in this life. That was what my childhood taught me; I may not have understood it then, but I do now. As days pass, I find that it’s oddly comforting and melancholic to think about. 

I’ve lived in this home ever since I could remember, and while it would give me a sense of permanence, it never will be permanent. Times change, seasons change, and our home changes as well. People come, people go, and I am still here, but that will change too, over time.

Over the years, I’ve seen my home transform, and it’s kind of looking at a mirror, and seeing my own transformation. See, you’ve grown comfortable in it all your life, but there will always be something you need to break down, in order for you build on top of it—to change it, hopefully for the better. A house will always be full of people, but slowly, they leave. I don’t know if I can say the same about myself— I don’t even understand what I’m trying to say anymore.

Truthfully, I don’t even know why I’m writing this. 

The dust has gone to my head, it seems. 

Or maybe I’m just bored. 

Either way, the dust still gathers, and I write anyways. 

Flight was second nature
Easy and comfortable
Like breathing

And skies, her world
The sun, her beacon
Clouds, her companions

Gentle and swift
Her movements flow
In hypnotic patterns

Her wings out of reach
From them and her
Invisible

And as she fell
The sun hid
The skies watched

Her descent, slow
Her spirit, torn
And her wings still, invisible

queenundomiel:

Kvothe the Bloodless by IcE-MarioTeodosio

DAMN. This is so beautiful, huhu, exactly like how I imagined Kvothe.

queenundomiel:

Kvothe the Bloodless by IcE-MarioTeodosio

DAMN. This is so beautiful, huhu, exactly like how I imagined Kvothe.

passthedennerresin:

is that not what the book’s about?

HAHAHAHA CANNOT. STOP. LAUGHING,

passthedennerresin:

is that not what the book’s about?

HAHAHAHA CANNOT. STOP. LAUGHING,

Palm Sunday at the Plaza of St. Peter’s Basilica. 

I will forever remember this day dearly in my heart. It was such a blessing to see him up close. 

"I will wait by the docks, even after the sun sets." 
Venezia, Italia. 
Summer 2014.

"I will wait by the docks, even after the sun sets." 

Venezia, Italia. 

Summer 2014.

lbardugo:

nilaffle:

I requested Zoya from fictograph yesterday and she requested Nikolai from me today. 

So great. Love the expression, the white gloves, and OF COURSE, the medals! 

One of the most charming fictional princes I have ever met.

lbardugo:

nilaffle:

I requested Zoya from fictograph yesterday and she requested Nikolai from me today. 

So great. Love the expression, the white gloves, and OF COURSE, the medals!

One of the most charming fictional princes I have ever met.

FGUP Patintero: FGUP Boys vs. FGUP girls.

Winner: FGUP Girls. 

Pa-ahrt food during KapitolYOLO food trip with Life Friends <3 

Jul 4

Roman facades. 

Pantheon, Fountain of Trevi, Basilica de San Pietro.