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after 5yrs of not checking this acc, makes me feel nostalgic!
May your good heart be in good hands.
http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)
Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave.
(via juliabels)
They didn’t chose you. So what? Choose yourself.
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yas
Someday you will look back at all the progress you’ve made and be so glad you didn’t give up when you felt like that was your only option.
I'm baacckkkkk!!! Yey!!!
Bumalik man yung taong mahal mo asahan mo hindi na siya tulad ng una mo siyang nakilala
(via hey-its-kiffer)
I’m like the moon, it shines when no one’s looking.
notaftermaghrib (via wnq-writers)
You can’t compare and rank heartache. Pain is pain. There is no precise measurement. No quarter cup.
Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Possibilities (via wordsnquotes)
The worst part of being young. So many of your decisions aren’t yours; they’re made by other people. Sometimes they’re made badly by other people. Sometimes they’re made by other people who have no idea what the consequences of those decisions might be.
Patrick Ness (via wordsnquotes)
There are times that we are drowning in a deep sea of problems. We can’t find a single boat, a tire or even a lifebuoy/life-saver. We only have ourselves. We can’t find anyone that would help us. We are drowning, struggling, and we even find it hard to breathe. We will get to the point that we’re already tired and not being able to move again and feel a great exhaustion. Yeah, we may die in that situation. But you know what, you just have to swim. That’s it! Swim. Just keep swimming towards an island where you could be safe and be saved. But then, if you don’t know how to swim, just relax, don’t exhaust yourself and Pray. Trust God. Perhaps you didn’t remember? Your God walks on water. Isn’t it amazing? So, if you feel that you are hopeless and dying, just pray. God will help you all the way.
She looks at her as if she’s invisible. She knows then that he will never look at her the way she looks at him. He will never admire the way she talks and he will never love the sound of her voice. She’s just a friend, and only that. She thinks that they were never meant to be more than that because she looks at him and she sees a wonderful boy who is close to perfection. She loves the way he speaks, laughs, smiles, the way he thinks, his flaws that don’t make him perfect. She looks at him and see a future. She looks at him and she feels like she’s home. She looks at him and her feelings are colorful, bright and hopeful. She looks at him and realized that the only thing she could do is to look at him while he’s looking to someone else.
k.s. (via escafeism)
I’m sorry for being immature. Hindi mo naman ako masisisi sa pagiging immature ko eh. I’m me. Ganito ako. Siguro kaya ako ganito ka immature dahil ayaw ko pang pumasok sa mundo ng mga mature. Hindi ko maiwanan ang pagiging bata ko. Dahil sabi nga nila, minsan ka lang maging bata. Pero sa sitwasyon ko, gusto ko pa maging bata. Alam mo kung bakit? dahil kapag bata kapa, laro lang ang lahat na nangyayri sa paligid mo. Pag-inaway ka,alam mong merong magso-sorry at maglalaro ulit kayo. Kinikwentuhan bago pinapatulog para maranasan ang mga magagandang panaginip. At dahil bata ka, ikaw ang laging pinapaniwalaan, pinapahalagahan at hindi sinasaktan. Gusto ko pang maranasan ang mga iyon dahil alam kong kabaliktaran na at haharap na ako sa reyalidad ng buhay kapag tumungtong na ako sa stage na tinatawag na adulthood o ang pagiging mature.
“Namimiss ko yung mga panahong kapag na fall ka, tuhod lang ang masakit… Ngayon hindi ko akalaing pati puso pala masakit din :/ “
How You (Un)Loved Her
She was catapulted in your life like a storm surge. Sudden, dauntless and aggressive. You didn’t know she arrived until you were drowning in her aura, making it impossible for you to stop her when she went filling your insides with desire. In the midst of twirling melodies, she was a still silence. All it took was one mystifying look for you to fall down on your knees and beg for just a drop of her glory.
She was enclosed inside a metal facade. And for the longest time, you stood outside it as you looked for possible faults, any point of vulnerability for you to penetrate just to know what goes behind her sly smiles. She didn’t know that even when she acted so guarded, she was dropping little pieces of herself like shiny pebbles that led you to where she hid her heart a long time ago.
It didn’t take long before you turned the world around. Suddenly, you were the name that inhibited her drunken mouth, the nicotine fix that her throat was longing for, the shot of espresso that made her palpitations worse, the numbers and codes that she loved filling her mind with and the words that built doors which led to a place where her painful realities didn’t exist.
You held her like a dream, a summit that you finally reached, a land that you have conquered, someone that you could call yours. You collected all the gentleness in the world and offered it on her hands, making her a goner over your rainbow-colored affection. She held on to your promises like a little girl tugging on the hem of her mother’s shirt, too terrified to get lost. She thought that this was it, this was where her story finally made sense.
But little by little, you felt how it seemed like she couldn’t breathe whenever you were not around. How she told you she missed you when you were just five meters away. How she put up a lock around your hands just so you won’t let go of her. A love that was once so freeing started to suffocate you. Every time your skin was mingling with hers, you didn’t feel the sensation that you used to crave. Instead you were struggling for a dose of antidote for a poison that was her presence.
You plotted your way out in quiet evenings when she was deeply asleep and contented that you would still be there when the morning comes. Your touches have become ice cold. Your words sounded like old records. Your stares refrained from assuring her that you were still hers. She knew it but she still wore her blindness like her favorite coat.
She woke up without your shadows hanging on her wall. She tried to detect you, to deny your absence by waiting for you but you knew better. From afar, you watched her lose herself as a single idea contained her mind: you were gone. Your guilt was swallowing you but you couldn’t bring yourself back for a decent goodbye. You knew that there wasn’t a kind of apology that would compensate for the ruins that she has become.
You walked away from your greatest casualty with her heart still resting on your bloody hands. You never returned.
I hate feeling vulnerable. Not just in front of other people, but also when I’m alone especially at night on my bed when I feel weak and sorry for myself, so everyday I tend to hide it by smiling like everything’s okay. Even if there’s no reason at all, I hate seeing myself in the mirror with a stain mascara and a pale lips. Tears aren’t my weakness; they are a way of letting my guard down. Yes, I hate feeling vulnerable but I’m glad that I have someone who sees me cry, yet still love me in my most vulnerable times. He’s there to hold me without saying anything. He just let me cry into his shoulder and when I’m done, he lets me snuggle into him and fall asleep while tears running down my cheeks. He knows when I want to talk about it and when I don’t. He knows what to say and how to make me feel better. He’s the person I can cry with instead of the one I cry over. I hate feeling vulnerable. I don’t want other people to see me that I am not strong because I know there’s only few who can understand. I am just lucky to have someone who won’t let go of me no matter how vulnerable I can be.
Him 👆