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This is why I donât want kids of my own. I donât want anyone else to feel this way

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I hope our parents would talk to us in a non-condescending manner
This is why I donât want kids of my own. I donât want anyone else to feel this way
"Pagkatapos namin mag-break, feeling ko ang tali-talino ko sa sobrang daming experience sa relasyon namin... 5 years." "Pwede nang pang-resume no? 'Experiences: broke up with ***'" "Sinangla ko pa phone ko sa taxi driver para lang makuha yang closure na yan." Solid ng mga kaibigan ko sa pag-ibig hahaha
Akala ko dati ang isang pagmamahalang 'totoo' ay yung tipong hindi kayo 'nasisira'. Nasisira sa paraang nahuhulog muna bago nagmamahal. Nasisira sa paraang dapat ay may isuko ka, o iwanan ang sarili mong mundo para tumira sa mundo niya. Nasisira sa paraang halos mabaliw ka na kakaisip sa kanya, sa mga posibilidad at mga probabilidad, sa mga pagdududang wala naman sa lugar pero minsan may dahilan din. Nasisira sa paraang natatakot ka nang mahalin siya dahil sa napakalaki at komplikado niyang ideya na halos lamunin na niya ang pagkatao mo. Nasisira sa paraang handa kang ibigay sa kanya ang lahat kahit na wala nang matira sayo.
Akala ko dati kapag nagmamahal ka, mas mangingibabaw talaga yung saya sa sakit o lungkot. Yung tipong nakakasulat ka pa rin ng mga bagay na hindi tungkol sa kanya dahil hindi naman niya dapat pinepeste ang utak mo buong araw. Yung may kalayaan ka pa ring hindi iugnay lahat ng bagay sa kanya kasi hindi naman kailangan. Yung kaya mo naman kahit wala siya pero ayaw mo lang.
Pero puta, hindi pala ganun. Laging may dalawang mukha o marahil higit pa ang pag-ibig. Kumbaga package deal dapat yon, yung pagtanggap at pagbibigay ng pag-ibig. Hindi pala totoong dapat hindi mo sila sabay ginagawa kasi walang matitira sayo kasi pag nagbigay ka o tatanggap ka, laging may lalabis doon sa dalawa na kahit papaano pupunan ka, o pwede ring ubusin ka.
Hindi totoong pag nagmamahal ka, hindi ka dapat malulunod. Kasi malulunod ka talaga, at minsan siya pa ang nagtatago ng salbabida mula sayo. Minsan tititigan ka lang niya habang nalulunod ka kahit kaya ka niyang sagipin. Masusunog ka, kasi siya yung nagbabagang apoy, at hindi lang basta apoy na sapat na para painitin ang mga malalamig mong gabi. Yung apoy na nakakapaso, nakakalapnos ng balat. Uulanin at babagyuhin ka rin, kasi hindi siya laging araw. Minsan siya yung kulog, yung madidilim na ulap, yung malakas na ulan at hangin. Minsan siya yung malamig na gabing tumatagos sayo hanggang buto. Minsan siya yung mismong kadiliman at pag-iisang kinatatakutan mo. Minsan, siya mismo yung takot. Siya yung makapal na karayom ng injection na ayaw mong iturok sayo, yung mataas na lugar na ayaw mong akyatin, yung roller coaster na ayaw mong sakyan.
Hindi siya laging langit, at marahil nga mas madalas pa siyang impyerno. Mas madalas pa siyang giyera kaysa maging katahimikan. Mas madalas pa siyang isang mahabang gabi kaysa maging isa sa bituin sa mga gabing iyon. Mas madalas pa siyang takipsilim kaysa maging bukang-liwayway. Mas madalas pa siyang kahapon kaysa bukas. Mas madalas pa siyang pagdududa o alinlangan kaysa kasiguraduhan. Mas madalas pa siyang tandang pananong kaysa tuldok.
Pero totoo ring isang yakap lang, o halik, o ngiti, o baka nga isang pag-hinga lang niya, babalik ka na sa mga dahilan kung bakit mo nga ba siya mahal. Mahal mo siya dahil tuwing kumakain kayo, laging madudumihan ang mukha niya at kailangan mo pang punasan dahil hindi niya napapansin. Mahal mo siya dahil tuwing naliligaw siya, magpapanic siya at itetext ka ng all-caps pero pag nag-alok ka ng tulong, hindi niya tatanggapin. Mahal mo siya dahil nakakalimutan niyang hawak lang pala niya ang isang bagay na hinahanap niya habang naiinis na siya sa pag-iisip kung saan niya ba 'to nailapag. Mahal mo siya dahil sa mga simpleng bagay na hindi matabunan ng sandamakmak na komplikasyong bumabagabag sayo. Siya pa rin ang pangarap, ang panaginip. Siya pa rin ang huling destinasyong gaano man katagal o nakakapagod ang byahe, marahil lalakarin mo pa mapuntahan lang. Siya pa rin yung magpupuno ng kulang sa buhay mo. Siya pa rin ang kabuuan ng mundo mo at hindi lang basta isang parte nito.
Masarap magmahal, minsan. Masaya magmahal, minsan. Pero nakakalungkot din, at masakit din. Hahanap ka lang talaga ng taong hindi man siguro matatawag na nararapat, pero siya at siya lang ang taong maiisip mong sasamahan mo sa lahat ng bagay na 'to, ilang ulit pa mang mangyari. Mapapagod ka, minsan baka magsawa, pero hindi ka aalis.
Kasi nga, mahal mo.
Hindi iyo ang puso ko (ngunit lagi kong pinapahiram sa'yo). Hindi ko naman kailangang kailanganin mo (ngunit hindi ibig sabihing hindi ko ito ginugusto). Hindi naman kulang ang buhay ko kung wala ka (ngunit baka gusto mong maging sobra). Hindi naman ako nawawala (ngunit sana'y matagpuan mo ako).
U r pretty n strong n lovely keep dreaming keel fighting woot woot
Awww thanks, whoever you are. âșïž
Ubusin mo ako gaya ng isang sigarilyo sa bawat pag-hinga at pag-buga mo ng usok; at lulunurin ko ang mga baga mo ng aking sarili kahit sa loob lamang ng ilang sandali. Sunugin mo ako ng unti-unti, dahan-dahan, sa pagitan ng iyong mga daliri; at mahigpit akong kakapit sa iyong damit na kahit anumang subok mong ikubli sa mga pabango ay hinding-hindi mawawala. Ilayo mo ako sa iyo kung ika'y sawaât pagod na; at babaliwin ko ang isip mo sa pangungulilang maramdaman at malasahan akong muli sa gitna ng iyong mga labiâ ngiwi man o nakangiti, dahil marahil hanggang dito na lamang ang pinaka-matalik kong mararating.
Batid mong unti-unti kitang sinisira, pinapatay, ngunit hinahanap mo ako. Batid kong unti-unti akong nauupos, mariin, paulit-ulit na pinapatayan ng sindi, ngunit hinahanap kita.
Magmula sa isang buo, hanggang sa nagkalat na usok sa mas nakamamatay na hangin, maging sa bawat abong nahuhulog sa lupa at senisero.
Inuubos mo ako, ngunit pupunan kita.
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murakami what the hell are you doing to me i fell in love with your characters so much i can't let them go
Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there -- to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.
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Itâs worked for white people, I figured I might as well give it a shot.
GET THIS GUY TO DISNEY WORLD DAMN IT
I want you to go man!
if this was a white girl this would have had the notes 3 weeks ago
People are sending him racist messages telling him itâs not gonna happen and he doesnât belong in Disney World over this post. So weâre gonna reblog it even more.
To all my followers, please reblog. cosbyykidd imma add this to my queue, we gonâ get yo ass to Disney. lmao
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Followers, please note: I am going to reblog this every time it shows up on my dash. EVERY. TIME. Iâm gonna tag it #cosbyykidd goes to Disney but I would really encourage you to boost it because why the heck not? We can get him a million five in a matter of DAYS. Make it happen!
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how do i manage to say the most positive things to people when i'm not even a positive person myself
i recall having told by a friend that i would suffer from a really difficult mid-life crisis in line with my uncertainties and questions i threw him (or her) that afternoon. i shrugged it off and hoped to god it wouldn't happen.
but it is always happening, every day. under no specific time span, i wrestle with uncertainties every second of my consciousness, and i doubt it would ever stop. probably all of us naturally undergo this thing, ask these seemingly relevant questions of existence, but in the end will find no answer.
and i think i'm fine with having no answers. every day is a cliffhanger. life would and should stay as a mystery. and so i can leave the questions of purpose and future hanging. no reason to mull over something that can never be solved.
Ten summers had passed from the last time I had seen the park that my grandmother and I would go to every weekend. I remember the carousel (with that ring game that always eluded me), and the tiny electric cars that my sister and I would get to drive, for twenty minutes. The park, with its salmon colored ground, felt like a maze, with trees and sharp corners everywhere I looked. But, ten years is a long time. Memories, feelings, colors, and experiences arenât the same. I looked at the park from a cafe, that was only sixty-feet away, and I felt sick to my stomach. Reality had to realign itself and I wasnât cooperating. All those years, where I felt like I was lost in a jungle, crumbled before my eyes in this presence of this very modest park. I could see the whole thing so clearly, and the park that used to be an eternity, felt like I was looking at a plot of land in a Sims game. I saw a little boy getting on the carousel, while other kids waited, and I didnât know whether to smile or weep. I felt such a distance from him; not the little boy at the park, but what he represented. All that simplicity and wonder towards everything in this world. Thatâs a feeling I can rarely capture â even in poetry.
Life keeps changing and I keep moving further away - j.b. (via youshouldacceptchaos)
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