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Alpine Villas - Crosswinds, Tagaytay.
Sunset in Escolta.
What's your Escolta memories?
China Town Arch. 🧧
Binondo, Manila
View from Escolta, Binondo.
Pasig River, Esplanade, Jones Bridge, Manila South Port.
Regina Building - Escolta St. Binondo, Manila
“Only those who care about you, can hear you when you’re quiet.”
— lieinlove
It’s here. It’s yours, it’s mine, it’s ours. It’s an album I wrote alone about the whims, fantasies, heartaches, dramas and tragedies I lived out as a young woman between 18 and 20. I remember making tracklist after tracklist, obsessing over the right way to tell the story. I had to be ruthless with my choices, and I left behind some songs I am still unfailingly proud of now. Therefore, you have 6 From The Vault tracks! I recorded this album when I was 32 (and still growing up, now) and the memories it brought back filled me with nostalgia and appreciation. For life, for you, for the fact that I get to reclaim my work. Thank you a million times, for the memories that break our fall. 💥🐉🏰 Speak Now (MY VERSION!) is out now.
http://taylor.lnk.to/SpeakNowTaylorsVersion
PC: Beth Garrabrant
MOTHER
"How are you?"
I don't know.
my parents doesn't know I'm gay 🙃🏳️🌈
If your own home does not bring you peace anymore, what do you do?
We shouldn't be this tired.
We listen to the same old song over and over again. Hoping, praying..that we were as innocent and happy like the first time we listened to it.
- We are all clinging onto also hopes (we're just humans)
And if I ever have the courage to tell you the things nobody else see in you...
Will you allow me to?
Walk home.
You once told me that seeing the sunset with someone important to you won't be the same when you get to watch it alone. Because no matter how beautiful the sunset is, your mind will always be occupied by that person. I used to think that it's funny, saying all sunsets are just the same. What can be so special about the sunset anyway? Is it the way the sky slowly turns into bright orange hues? Or how it can be so bright but not blinding? But you said it was everything while Saigo No Iiwake plays In the background. I never questioned your love for old Japanese songs. It's soothing just like you said. It might even be the only thing we agreed on. I wonder what it is about the sunset and songs that you love so much about. But there are things that don't need much explanation and just need realization. That is how sunset creates the most beautiful silhouettes or how it turns everything golden. And how its rays make the ocean glisten like it's made of glitter waves. Or it looks like that one shiny dress your mom used to wear back in the 80's. Maybe it is also the way it highlights the brown color of your eyes, chocolate orbs becoming more beautiful than ever. While your hair flows along with the ocean waves and how you look so peaceful and happy. That moment looks like a scene pulled out from an indie film created by aspiring artists and directors who deserve more than what they receive. And the way the orange color of the sunset slowly wraps your skin as you close your eyes and inhale the salty air. If I only have a certain skill in art, then I would have drawn you right then and there. Sitting beautifully like a delicate masterpiece. You would put the Mona Lisa to shame. Or how you slowly grin at me and say I have no single romantic bone in me. Maybe you've only really been the romantic one.
It was years then before it hit me. The reason why I never got to appreciate the sunset. It was because I wasn't watching it. I was watching you.