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tumblr tuesday: bread

That’s it. That’s the post. 

[scottystilldoesntknoww]

[argenluire]

is it proper to be called as human even if i am never humane enough? i always feel numb and struggle on a day to day basis. i wish i could also feel those humanly emotions.

[argenluire]

Ikaw ang aking pahinga, giliw. Huwag mo akong iwan sapagkat ang iyong pagkawala ay siya ring aking pagkasira.

[onyxstone14]

its interesting that geto’s the type of person that asks for souvenirs and gojo’s the type of person who brings back souvenirs when he goes away.

i headcanon that this is their way of assuring that they will meet again after a mission and it just sort of became a habit for the both of them

[argenluire]

#! 🍜 out of context though. I am planning to apply for creative writing associate this college wish me luck.

[argenluire]

At the ripe age of nine, I am already my mother and father's own therapist. I never got the opportunity to whine on any discomfort I experienced. My father is depends on alcoholic beverages only to spill all the sour emotion he's keeping. HE IS A TICKING TIME BOMB. I am the eldest child and I need to listen to every problem they have in the age of nine.

I remember hiding in my closet just to escape his sour stories. I remember how my mother always say she is sorry for being incompetent wife and mother. While I sit there and with a straight face on. I can not show any emotion or I am to be beaten. I can not cry or my father's anger will be directed to me.

I am scared. I am just nine. I never asked to be born. Why must I suffer like this? I am not mirror of your delayed future, mom and dad. I am your daughter.

[argenluire]

i’ve been reading a lot of father-daughter/found family manhwas these days. am i still normal or this is another coping mechanism from my childhood trauma?

[argenluire]

Among the billion stars in the universe — My love, you are the brightest star for me.

[awwww-cute]

[fukkkres-deactivated20140519]

u lucky he holdin me back bitch on antartica i woulda slept u

[argenluire]

cuddly boo. <3

[gumuhit]

falling in love during a pandemic (2020)

[maybesuzu]

the great conjunction !!!

[argenluire]

to the man i never met, hello! you probably do not know or forgot about me, but i am still writing you a letter. to inform you how am i doing and how my life went— mom said i learned how to read at the age of three and my first word at the age of one is "mama". i learned how to ride my roller skates at the age of 10, my first best friend, fidel, taught me how. a lot of bruises and wounds later, i mastered it. i graduated from elementary school and middle school with flying colors, i sent some of the pictures with this letter. i am pretty good at science and maths, i joined competitions and now during high school, i am one of the track and field varsity of our school. fidel is still my best friend, even though they moved out of the city when i was 13. five years passed and i think nothing changed with our bond. surprising as it may seem, i don't know why i am writing a letter to you and what is the specific topic i should tell you. mom works 3 jobs before just to support my schooling, i applied as a varsity scholar in the school and luckily got accepted. she does not have to tire herself out just to support me on her own. i still have lots of things to say, but i guess i should go on to the most important part of growing up– my mom. when you left her pregnant at the age of 19, she is worried on how she will explain things to me, you are cruel enough to abandon me, but brave enough to refuse mom's request for child support. these happened, but mom taught me never to hate you. how was your life living with your family? do you attend your kids' school family day or do you take them out on sundays for a personal day? i never experienced those, i remember walking down the park alone when all of the kids are with their family. mom has to work even on sundays. i would just buy ice cream and stare at the kids playing. school was fun until the kids turned mean, they never understand why you can not make it during the family day or my graduation. i'll admit, i got jealous too often despite of the medals and recognition i received. i am never whole, they said i am bright and my smile can brighten up someone's day, i got it from my mom, she never failed to smile despite of her tiredness from work. she never treated me as if i am a mistake, a living proof that not all superheroes wear capes. her warmth is my comfort, she never missed any of my family day just make me feel that i am no different from any of the kids my age. she is indeed my superwoman. mom said i have your personality, but i promise my kids will never feel nor experience this. this might be the end of the letter, i just want to ask you— how was your life after you left, dad? i am hoping you can write back, i don't have a phone so write back when you can. thank you for breaking me into pieces, now no one can break me anymore. see you when i see you!

[argenluire]

Recipe of a Forgery

Ingredients

6 cup of dedication 5 cups of confidence 1 tablespoon of honesty 5 tablespoon of lies 10 cups of manipulation 1 piece of the real document

Recipe

Get a bowl to mix the ingredients of a perfect forgery. Put the piece of the real document inside the bowl, pour in the six (6) cups of dedication to study the document and to recreate it.

Also, the five (5) tablespoon of lies. Failure at this part is inevitable, you must practice mixing the ingredients well.

After having the mixture, apply 5 cups of confidence for the job well done. You are ready for the application of the next ingredient manipulation.

Upon pouring the ten (10) cups of manipulation, be prepared for the next step. Find the flaws and work on it. Mix thoroughly, and prepare it to be seen by the public.

You can now throw the 1 tablespoon of honesty, it is never needed in this recipe.

Poem

Stealing once identity Or  passing one's security Forgery is not just for fun It is something done for convenience Have you ever tried copying a signature? It is a form of stealing Always remember what the elders keep on telling Copying is a form of stealing in nature But you never mind the consequences What could happen it is just a signature? It became a habit until someone tracked there has been a change in the sequence You got caught And now you thought That what you did is wrong For convenience? Forgery.

[argenluire]

Minsan akong nakatanggap ng liham mula kay Goyo. Lubos na nagagalak ang aking puso, hindi ko akalain na hanggang ngayon ay ako pa rin ang nilalaman ng kanyang puso. Iintayin kita, Goyo, kahit saan mang panahon. Naisip kong sumulat pabalik, sa susunod na linggo ay lalampas na sila sa Pasong Tirad. Nais ko lamang na makalampas siyang buhay. Hindi alintana kung siya man ay makita kong nasa bilanguan, basta siya'y buhay pa. Gregorio,         Kamusta ka na diyan? Natanggap ko ang iyong sulat. Aaminin ko, mahirap ang mag-isa, sa madilim na gabi, iisa lamang ang tangi kong kapiling. Ang kumpol ng bitwin at ang lamig ng hangin. Nais kong isipin na ikaw ay nasa maayos na kalagayan at ligtas mula sa pag-ulan ng bala at pagdanak ng dugo.                 Noong umalis kayo dito sa Dagupan batid ko na ang gulong paparating. Nagtagumpay ang mga Amerikano, kontrolado na nila ang lupain ng Dagupan. Natanggap mo ba ang kwintas na kalakip ng sulat na aking unang ipinadala? Simbolo ito ng pagtitiwala at pagtanggap ko sa buo mong pagkatao, ngunit hindi ito sumisibolo sa aking sagot sa iyong alok.                 Hayaan mong ibigin kita, bilang isang lalaking may dangal at nakapaglingkod na sa bayan. Hindi bilang sundalo o bayani na sa ulap namamalagi. Tanyag ang iyong pangalan sa lahat ng Heneral na meron ang bansa. Matalino at matapang, ngunit ang nais kong mapangasawa ay isang lalaki na tapos na maglingkod sa bayan, alam ang kung kailan dapat sumuko sa isang laban. Hindi ko kailangan ng pera o katanyagan ang tangi kong hangad ay isang taong masasandalan.                 Nangangarap at maghihintay ako na ikaw ang lalaking iyon. Maari mang sa iyong pagtawid sa Pasong Tirad ay doon na dumanak ang iyong dugo. Mamatay ka nang marangal, tumanda man akong mag-isa batid ko na sa kabilang buhay ay nag-iintay ka. Ngunit ako'y umaasa na ikaw ay babalik at doon ay ibibigay ko na ng buong puso ang aking pag-ibig. Ang iyong pagkawala kung sakali ang magiging dahilan ng aking pagtangis. Ang bawat luha na papatak mula sa aking mga mata ang sumisimbolo na sa kabilang buhay ay iintayin kita.                 Goyo, ang batang heneral para sa marami, ngunit siya ang hinihiling kong lalaki na para saakin. Tuwing gabi aking hiling na sana ikaw ay aking kapiling, ngunit hanggang sa ngayon sana ay sa parehas na buwan at bituin namam sana tayo ay nakatitig.                 Iintayin kita, Goyo. Hindi lamang ngayon ngunit kahit sa anumang panahon. Lubos na sumasaiyo, Maria Ang papel na aking pinagsulatan ay itinupi ko sa dalawa. Ibinalot ko ito sa isang puting tela kalakip ng ang aking kwintas. Ibinigay ko ito sa kartero na magdadala ng sulat para sa Presidente na kasama si Goyo. Lumipas ang ilang linggo, may isang sulat at balita na bumalik. Ang sulat ni Goyo at ang balita na siya ay pumanaw sa Pasong Tirad. Kalakip ng sulat niya ang kwintas na aking ipinadala at ang singsing ng kanyang kagitingan.            "Iintayin kita sa ibang panahon, kung saan ang tayong dalawa ay kaloob ng ng diyos."

[argenluire]

.                      YOUR EYES ARE FILLED                      WITH WONDER — 最初 The eyes are the mirror of one's soul. They can lie with the words, and actions but not with the emotion they eyes present. One night when the clock strikes at 11:11 — I wished for something that I know can be quite impossible to have.       𝗜 𝗪𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗔 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡'𝗦 𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗘       𝗠𝗢𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗬 𝗟𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦. I never expected that my wish will come to life. I woke up the next morning and look straight into someone's eye, I can see vast emotions and wishes scattered all over the place. One wish is seems so familiar that send goosebumps to my skin — the wish to be enough for someone. I walked around the city and I found you, your eyes are the as warm as heat of the sun masked in the color of brown. I can see numerous emotions and wishes. I am glad there is someone like him, who only wishes for the best of everything. A gentle soul. I smiled as I walk passed by him, but my heart suddenly beat so fast I feel like I am running in a race. Oh, God— what is happening? He grabbed my arm and smiled softly as he looks at me. 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐄.

Later that evening as I went home, I saw his face plastered in every corner of the street. He is the murderer of the family in the 17th street, but why? My hands tremble as I look at the photo in the wanted poster. John Walton. What did you do such thing?