Dan Dela Cruz|26|m|QC, Philippines

"there is no such thing as almost alive. almost happy.
almost creative.
almost faithful.
almost in love.
its either you are or you aren't."-
journal excerpt

Architect
musician



just
trying to live beyond the almost.

8th March 2012

Video reblogged from Lilium Inter Spinus: Flower Amongst the Thorns with 28 notes

Make a guy wait long enough for you to turn him into a memory.

Tagged: memoryherhimpastdanceanimationhurtpastmoving onletting go

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8th March 2012

Photo reblogged from Lilium Inter Spinus: Flower Amongst the Thorns with 546 notes

listen
and let go when instructed.

listen

and let go when instructed.

Tagged: yodastar warsquotetrainletting go

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Source: musicandmicroscopes

27th September 2011

Photo with 14 notes

“So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”- 2 Corinthians 4:18
You can’t trust someone you don’t know. just read 1 Chronicles 16:23-36. 

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.”- 2 Corinthians 4:18

You can’t trust someone you don’t know. just read 1 Chronicles 16:23-36. 

Tagged: dragfaithimageletting gosmallstilltrustvoice2 Corinthians 4:18eternalseen

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10th June 2010

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I had some heart laxative & had to poop this out…

I flipped through one of the books i have in my shelf and fell upon a note in the last leaf.

“stay with me forever.” I can remember the words but not the voice. i can remember the face but not the ‘look’. That look that said “promise me”; and promise her, i did.

it’s never really the person we lose that we grieve over but the broken promise.

I didn’t stay around because she was everything I ever wanted. I didn’t stay around because she was the most lovable person. I didn’t stay around for the thrill of being enveloped in her beauty. There were many times I wanted to give up but I stayed. I stayed because I promised I would. I stayed because I chose to bind myself to those words and therefore to person i spoke them to. I stayed around long enough for that promise to become a part of me; not knowing what was to come.

“Let me go.” I can remember the words but not the voice. I can remember the face but not the ‘look’. That look that said “I’m sorry but …”; and let go of her I did.

and with her, a part of me that I can never take back.

it’s never really the person we lose that we grieve over but the broken promise.

for every broken promise is part of us broken off.

Tagged: letting golovepastmemorybrokenpromise

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