Stop chasing after boys who don’t even make the effort to message you, chase you, or get to know you. You are sick of people who make you feel they don’t want you enough. Find someone who knows what they want. Find someone who knows what they want is you.

- Sade Andria Zabala  | excerpt from For Days When I Feel Like I Am Anything Less

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surfandwrite:

Here the place where we kickstart each other back to life,
painting cuts on our hearts to remind ourselves of feeling.
Here the bed where we wrote love stories in sex;
where your owl jade eyes wooed me to the hum of jeepneys on the highway.
Here is the part where you poured sun into me.
Here where you blew saltwater into my lungs.
Here is where I started smoking your brand of cigarettes
and here is where I tried to quit.
Here is what I have:
my hands, they echo your goodbye;
my bones, my spirit, shaking.
Here is where it hurts. Here. Here. Here.
Take all of it. Here -
Now let me go.

I’ve got a lot on my mind, but somehow you still manage to crawl in it.

- Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Thought of the Day

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Anonymous said: You are an inspirational writer. Three words: vulnerability, chaos, lust

surfandwrite:

Thank you!

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It is the brief five seconds when he lets go of your hand; the empty air on the nape of your neck when his lips are no longer caressing you. It is the feel of your stomach dropping to your knees when he walks away. It is the quick intake of your breath. It is confusing lonely for alone. Vulnerability.

It is the prickle on your tongue when you lick your lips and taste his sweat. It is pulling him closer and wishing you could melt into his chest when he is already beside you. It is inhaling his scent, his habits, his morning routines. It is itching for his skin when you are not touching. It is craving for his eyes when you are not looking. Lust.

It is the hurricane in your head when you have to unlearn him. It is the screaming of your own voice when you have to learn yourself. It is when you learn to be whole without needing him to be inside you. It is seeing the sunset and finally being able to breathe. It is your laughter bouncing off the walls; it is bass-drops boiling in your blood; it is loving him despite the odds; it is loving yourself in-spite of yourself. It is fireworks when you are together. It is fireworks when you are not. When you are fire and he is gasoline and there is no stopping the aftermath - Chaos.

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wonderstruck-wanderlust said: wow...your writing is amazing, i could read it all night x

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Irigylem a csésze kávét, ami éberre csókolhatja álmos ajkaid minden hideg és keserű reggelen.

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Sade Andria Zabala (via metaflummoxed)

You know you’ve made it when somebody quotes your poetry in their language.

He is not prince charming, love. None of them are, and you are not a princess. You’re a villainess. You’re the evil queen. Own it. Kill anyone who says you’re not the fairest of them all. It is you who will save yourself.

- Sade Andria Zabala  | excerpt from Notes To My Teenage Self

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Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | My Hands And The Midas Touch

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"My hands have a tendency to touch the wrong things, and I am afraid if you’re one of them, but you seem to be good for me and you seem to be exactly what I need right now, but too much sky diving into boys’ basement-hearts has left me rusty and careless and I don’t know how to tell the difference between what is normal and what is a risk anymore. Are you a risk? Are you a gamble? Because I’m not rich; I’m broke and I’m too old for casino-themed love, I just want someone to be the roof to my shaky foundation. I’ve grown out of dangerous situations, I’ve spent the last years being alive and adrenaline-shocked, what I am looking for is safe. Are you safe? Are you safe? I hate not being in control and lately you make me feel like I can’t hold on to anything, and it’s stupid and you’re sweet, but I’m selfish and greedy and I can never ever be fucking satisfied until I’ve got my hands around your neck and I don’t want to stay long enough to find out whether I can taste bitter underneath all that sugar but good god, good god do you tempt me to. Are you real? I told you I can’t tell the difference anymore. I’ve played with fire way too much and I think it’s made me weak I think I’ve finally met my match and this is scary I feel like I am losing control, but I don’t see any warning signs or people screaming at me "beware." I feel like a wild cat trapped caught in the corner, my fight or flight reflex is kicking in high gear, but still - still I want you to want me to want you and I just realized I’m still here with my hands itching to touch you again. Fuck."

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You are like stardust in the summer or a massive burst of paint and colors
And I want to inhale every tiny particle and choke on the splendor of your serendipity
Even if my lungs suffocate from the enticing excitement of drowning in the minuscule flecks that make up all of you.

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- Sade Andria Zabala (via ourtoesonsoftsand)

I love people that quote me and tag me <3

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I was so used to
checking for monsters under my bed,
I never realized they were sleeping beside me.

- Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | Thought of the Day: One-Night Stands

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This year
you will make it again,
this time more gracefully.
More whole,
more you,
more menacingly.
You will stop chasing ghosts,
stop being negative,
stop giving others
the responsibility to make you happy.
You will know better than to
cover up the emptiness
by setting fire to yourself.

This year
will not be another excuse.
You will feel, you will bleed, and you will
not not not be another’s mistake.
You will learn how to breathe
more gently, say more of “I”
and less of “you”, and when
you feel like a wreck remember -
summer boils in my blood
and it and I alone can
melt the loneliness away.

This year you will survive
survive survive survive,
even if you have to crawl
all your way to the end.
So if you’re stuck inside
the horrors of your own head -
either find the light or
create your own sunshine.

This year
you will fight.
You will be alive.

- Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | 2014: This New Year’s Resolution

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Just because you don’t believe in something doesn’t make it any less true.

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