Hugot Prinsesa.

[mrbigosapagibig]

Palaging may mas hihigit. Palaging may magkukulang.

[seryosongemoteronikim-deactivat]

Hinding-hindi mo malalaman ang tama, kung sayang saya ka sa paggawa mo ng mali.

(via seryosongemotero)

[andiiyosa]

I wish I was your, “Sorry, I love my girlfriend.” And it hurts to know I’m your, “She will not know.”

i’ll be fine (a.m.)

[loeyspaceboy]

Sometimes the only word left is Putangina.

[makatangnatotorpe]

Pain is never permanent but tonight it’s killing me.

(via makatangnatotorpe)

[paaambihira-deactivated20190422]

Hirap kapag masaya na sya, di ka na masyadong naaalala.

[themissingserenity-deactivated2]

You put your arms around me and I’m home.

[goodguytogo]

Pangseryosohan ka, huwag kang papatol sa panandalian lang.

[goodguytogo]

Let me be your “May nanalo na” in this world full of “Uwian na”.

[dyinghope]

Be with someone who always wants to know how your day was.

(via dyinghope)

[theliteraryjournals]

Her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

Arundhati Roy, The God of Small Things  (via theliteraryjournals)

[wordsnquotes]

And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.

Jack Kerouac, Lonesome Traveler  (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I want love to be simple. I want to trust without thinking. I want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally. It is easier to love a person with their flaws than to weed through them. I want to love the whole person, not parts; and this is how I want to be loved.

Jewel Kilcher, Chasing Down the Dawn (via thelovejournals)

[wnq-writers]

Sometimes you don’t think and you don’t feel because you don’t know how. At these moments, just exist, just breathe and just be there. You are someone, never forget this.

rabischka (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

I’m always afraid of opening up when my mind is louder than my heart; afraid of what the monsters will let slip. I want to get the story out, but I keep swallowing my words and they crumble before I can put them down on paper.

Joshua Greenaway, The Little Monsters Always Win (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

You left me nothing but long nights and broken glass, yet I ran after you with tired eyes and bloodied feet.

elementlydesolate (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

His hands sweat as we slowly danced. Somehow I liked it, because maybe I was someone to be nervous about.

hushed-words (via wordsnquotes)