You make miso happy, I roe you very much.
You make miso happy, I roe you very much.

Hi I'm Angela from Singapore.

I write poems sometimes.

Other times I post cute people, pretty things/places and funny stuff.

WWE, MPGiS, Friends, Whose Line is it Anyway, My Little Pony.

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I can’t believe you don’t know that you are more than you are.
Every time our hands meet I swear I am touching a star.
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Sparks (K.P.K)

Sep 26, 2014 with 2,737 notes

It feels too much to ask
You of this simple task - 
Don’t remind me of our past;
My hurt is hard to mask.

Sep 24, 2014 with 3 notes

I don’t think it’s fair
That you aren’t there -
When I need you, you flee.

Yet when I’m better,
My peace you shatter
For all the world to see.

And as I try again
Your love, it ends;
Please just let me be.

Sep 24, 2014 with 2 notes

I guess that’s why they tell you,
"Don’t get too close" - 
It’s those who you love
That can hurt you the most.

Sep 05, 2014 with 3 notes

And on days when
I don’t feel so pretty, 
Good things only happen
Out of pure luck or pity.

Sep 05, 2014 with 2 notes

It’s survival of the fittest
And when the going gets tough, 
I can come out alive,
But not alive enough.

Sep 05, 2014 with 1 note
It Doesn’t

What does it matter
That we argue now and then?
We’ve been together for years now
As if according to our plan.

What does it matter
That I am never at home,
When you can reach me
With a few taps of your phone?

What does it matter
That I’m with someone else instead?
You should just be grateful for
The roof over your head.

What does it matter
That our love is not stable,
If the kids are looked after
And there’s food on the table?

What does it matter
That we’re more than out of touch?
With eyes closed, you still see me
And you’re with me just as much.

Sep 04, 2014 with 1 note
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When I talk to you, my tongue retreats into the crevices of my mouth.

There are over 10,000 words in the world and I can only focus on one three-letter pronoun:

You, you unearthly being who I don’t have the right to own. You, the object of my affections, who has the ability to single handedly leave me speechless by uttering a mere syllable.

It’s always been you.

I’m a writer but around you, words don’t seem worthy enough to accurately convey what I feel.
-These are your letters; (via deviations-of-the-soul)
Aug 31, 2014 with 34 notes
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There will come a point when I’ll eventually have to stop wondering about where you fit in to my life because deep down I know that if you wanted to be in it, you would be here right now.
-These are your letters; (via deviations-of-the-soul)
Aug 31, 2014 with 12 notes

Straight-Edge [Hightlight Series #5] (K.P.K)

Straight-Edge [Hightlight Series #5] (K.P.K)

Aug 31, 2014 with 608 notes
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Writing to you gives me this sense of comfort somehow, although I understand that you will never reciprocate these feelings.

This is a mere infatuation, but no other emotion has ever made me feel so alive.

-These are your letters; (via deviations-of-the-soul)
Aug 24, 2014 with 4 notes
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Humans forget a lot of things.

We forget that our souls have gone far and wide in search for a perfect vessel, with which we refer to as our, ‘bodies.’

We forget that our existence is vital in this universe.

We forget that each thought that we express is a glimpse into our souls.

We forget that we are capable of being loved.

We forget that we have the right to speak up and join each other in a merge of unique ideas.

We forget that we have the capacity to mold our lives in any way we desire.

We forget how lucky we are to witness the beauty of the Sun, to see different landforms, to witness rain falling from the sky, to hear the symphonies of musicians’ hearts, to read people’s thoughts on paper, to see images done by hand imprinted on paper, and to have our paths intertwine with like-minded individuals.

Most of all, we forget how lucky we are to be alive..

Humans forget a lot of things.

I beg that you ask your soul to remember.

-Vine of Thoughts (via deviations-of-the-soul)
Aug 24, 2014 with 108 notes
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I am but a caged bird handicapped by my broken wings, yet desperate to fly away.
-Vine of Thoughts; (via deviations-of-the-soul)
Aug 24, 2014 with 3 notes
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The city sleeps as I tangle myself in the sweetness that is the thought of you.
-These are your letters; (via deviations-of-the-soul)
Aug 24, 2014 with 5 notes
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Open your eyes and realise that you are not the personification of a tragedy.
-Short Story (via deviations-of-the-soul)
Aug 24, 2014 with 16 notes