Breathe since 1994

"Love, I thought to myself abstractedly. Not ‘This is love’ or ‘Is this love?’ Not a sentence, not a certainty, not a thought with moving parts or direction. Just love, all of it, as it is. Whether it’s enough or not. Wthether it’s real or we’re making it up. However shoddy it gets, or bent out of shape. It’s still extraordinary. However foolish, however vain. However badly it ends. Love."

- Julian Gough, Juno & Juliet 

(Source: observando)

Aug 25
allthingseurope:

Baranów Sandomierski Castle, Poland (by PolandMFA)
Aug 19

allthingseurope:

Baranów Sandomierski Castle, Poland (by PolandMFA)

Aug 19

(via sweethomestyle)

Aug 19

maaf ya.

When i was 3 years old, i lived separated from my twin sister, Digna. i was lived only with my mom, dad, and Echa, my youngest sister. Echa and i, we grown up together, side by side, since she was born. she is different. she talk less than digna or i, she is the smartest one and the most beautiful one. she is the toughest and bravest from any of us. but i know, deep inside, sometimes she feels like kinda lonely, like no one understand her and has no shoulder to cry on, that’s why, she hides almost everything from her family.
but i remember, one night, she sat i front of me, suddenly. we didn’t talk until she asked me “what are you doing? are you busy right now?” and i was on the phone, but after she asked me, i immediately turned off the phone. and i asked her what’s wrong. and suddenly she bursted to tears and we hugged each other. since that night, i realized that she wasn’t strong enough and she needs me.
i tried so hard to be the best sister i could ever be to her, guard her, take good care of her, supports her. but on the next monday, she will leave the nest. she’s going to Bandung, for her college and i wont be at her side anymore. all i can do is to support her, even though is hard for me to let her go.
for my dearest echa, goodluck. flying so high to reach your dreams and never let anyone tells you what to do or that you cannot do that. always bring your folded little knife on your bag, okay. i will always be here for you. i love you, echa.

Aug 7
to my dearest sister, Echa.

"Lord, thank you for the guy that i get privilege of calling mine. You have spoken over us, changed us, and blessed us. You thrill us, Lord, with all You have done. Thank you for giving us another opportunity to trust You more.You are so worthy and so sovereign. I’am so thankful for how You have used Theodorus Mikael Samuel Rahardja in my life. Because of his faith in You and his decision to walk in Your magnificent light, i am encouraged to follow him hard after You. Thank you for his determination to grow and to seek You with his life. I’ll be more than willing to trust him with our family one day. Give him strength, patience, and spirit each and every day, Lord. Help him to keep his mind set on You, because You will keep him in perfect peace. Give him the courage to stand up for You no matter the cost and encourage him to always walk with integrity. Captivate him with Your presence, Jesus. I pray that he feels more of You. I desire for us to live a life that shows Your faithfulness. Lord, help us to lay down our plans, dreams, and desires so that others will know our help comes from the Lord alone. Remind us that we can do nothing without You. Give him more grace today. Give him more peace. Pour Your spirit into Him and speak through him, Jesus. Give him more strength, more courage, more love, more discernment. Give him more wisdom and knowledge. Give him more trust, more of You. Fill him up, Jesus. I pray that he would lay his life at Your feet today and every single day. Be near him, Jesus. He needs You more than anything. Take good care of him, Jesus. Make him feel Your and my love for him. Amen."

Jun 18
Jun 16

(Source: folkabout, via veronicalovesarchie)

Jun 16

(Source: trustyourblood, via veronicalovesarchie)

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."

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Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via observando)

to my only love, samuel.

Jun 16