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I love being gay
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“I don’t want to sit around and hope good things will happen. I want to make them happen. I want to be in control of my own destiny.”
— Drew Barrymore
Ayaw nag asa putangina
There's nothing i can do anymore but wait for her to get her shit together. Or not wait at all 😅
Ngano man gyud nanawag kay na hadlok, dili na lagi kamo, gahi ulo oi ahaha
My heart bleeds for all the teeth I've swallowed, and all the tears I've chocked
Remember when
Remember when you wrote prose and drew and everything was a story to you?
An attempt to cheer myself up
you are amazing and gorgeous and whoop this feels empty
12am thoughts, Sept 12, 2021
Its been a few days since we broke up, i thought i was okay. but every few seconds i feel myself tearing up again.
Two days after I lost her, I lost my grand father, it was a great excuse for me to talk to her.
Yesterday i called her for a poor excuse that i was hyper ventilating, i was, doesn't mean i had to call her. we talked, it sounded like old times, she cheered me up and even called me bab
my heart leaped. ayaw ko nang umasa tangina
i kept on calling her parechong nevertheless.
she never left my mind and i don't know where I'm at
I'm caught between giving her all my love until i have nothing else to give, or to choose me and ignore the shit out of her
i don't know. I've reached the, i can no longer cry, my heart is just physically hurting stage and i don't know if that is moving backwards or forwards
Trouble
Nightmare
It was a game, we agreed;
Everybody wins
No one loses
It was a play
Act til it'll feel real
Pretend til you’re numb
It was a dream
You were everything i wished for
And maybe, just maybe, more
But it was a game
You badly wanted to win
Even when I gave you everything
And it was still a play
Even when i was hurting
To make you happy, i kept it going
Until it got twisted,
What once was a heaven's bliss
Now turned to a nightmare's kiss
-c.c.
The Killer Clown
The Killer Clown
John Wayne Gacy an American Serial killer and rapist (1972-1978) a.k.a. Pogo the Clown / The Killer Clown is one of the more misunderstood serial killer of all time. Despite common beliefs, John Wayne Gacy was a very hard working and charitable man. In 1966, Gacy managed three KFC restaurants which was purchased by his father-in-law. He would receive $15,000 per year (the equivalent to $115,274, as of 2018), plus a share of the profits earned by the restaurants. He was also known as the killer clown, not because he killed atleast 33 teenage boys and young men dressed up as a clown, but because of his work in charitable services at fundraising events, parades and children parties where he would dress up as "Pogo the Clown" or "Patches the clown"; characters he, himself, made up. The life of Gacy was full of struggles and over coming these hardships. He reached a point of success and satisfaction, having found a perfect job, a wife and 2 beautiful children, and yet he was still able to crave for more. One might question, what truly makes a human being complete? Love? Money? Sex? Or a never ending search for more?
Begin Again
It was a September night, as the breeze was biting our skin. At 11 pm, I realized I am in love with you.
We were standing in your apartment’s rooftop, lit up by the fairy lights surrounding us; rose petals covered the floor, the sound of Taylor Swift singing Begin Again in the background, and with the moon as our guide. We waited as the hours tick by, wishing it would last longer.
You had that secret smile in your face and a bouquet cradled in your arms. Wearing a black suit, tie and dress pants, and with a mint green button up shirt underneath. It is my favourite colour and I said it looks good on you, so you chose it. You never failed to point out that my option was biased, but you wore it anyways, and that makes you quite endearing.
We were both standing in the rooftop, with a table in the middle, dinner and a candle. The proposal speech copy in your hand as you were practicing but the playlist you mixed just for tonight, sometimes gets you distracted so you’d sing along anyways. It was adorable. It was blissfully romantic and beautiful.
Then you looked at me, and our eyes met. Our hearts were beating loudly and our hands were shaky, but for very different reasons. Then you thanked me, and my eyes got teary. I turned to leave, my duty has been fulfilled. Everything is perfect, just as you wished it to be.
I came over to hug you, as you whispered in my ear how you couldn’t have done it without me. I wish you could. I said my good byes and disappeared in sight. When the clock strikes 12, the real Cinderella would appear, and remind me with the truth. I will always be the match maker, the best friend and the shoulder. You will never be my prince charming nor my lover.
Trust
Trust
From the warmth of your palm,
To the cold biting breeze,
From the confession of your love,
To the darkness of this locked cage,
From the freedom you showered me,
To be left chained in place,
From the comfort of your lips,
To my mouth covered in tape.
Lovers turned to traitors,
As my being filled with terror,
Knowing I can trust nobody.
My dear, please don't trust anybody.
-c.c.
TW Don’t kill yourself today
Don’t kill yourself today
Because your Netflix trial still has a week left
Don’t kill yourself today
Because no one else will finish off the chicken in the fridge
Don’t kill yourself today
Because I know for a fact that Starbucks is releasing a new Frappuccino sometime next month
Yes, your mother will miss you
Yes your bully will make a sappy Facebook post about how what a a wonderful person you were
And yes
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem
You know that
You’ve known that
Everyone and anyone has been shoving that down your throat since they first learned what the word suicide meant
So don’t kill yourself
Until you finish your shampoo and conditioner at the same time
Don’t kill yourself
Until Doctor Who is finally cancelled
Don’t kill yourself
Until you tell someone your best pasta recipe
Don’t kill yourself
Because I will keep coming up with reasons for you not to
And I need you
To hear all of them
Don’t kill yourself
I love you
You’re important
It’s a bad day
Not a bad life
There is more to this
The world will keep spinning on its axis without you
But
Think of all the sunrises you’d miss
I know this sounds pointless
But when you’re sitting in front of everything deadly you own
Revising your goodbyes
There will be too much darkness
To see anything else
But this is not about seeing anything else
This is about turning off the lights
This is about finding the bed instead of the noose
This is about giving yourself one more day
Even if it takes ten thousand of those
One more morning’s
Until
“I can’t wait for tomorrow”
This is about staying alive
Because there’s gonna be a new Marvel movie
No one should miss that
This is about staying alive
Because the future is coming
And it’s ready for you
I don’ t need you to see it
I just need you to believe you can make it
Until then
- Hannah Dains
More than anyone else, YOU deserve to understand this.
Corpse Bride
I am the corpse bride
Married to reality
Dead and rotten inside
Haunted by the skeletons in my closet
Trapped in thoughts they call casket
Barricading, building my walls, standards
Brick by brick for every time, you make me fall
You with that blue sea in your eyes, drowning
With that bright sun in your smile, blinding
And with that gentle touch of your fingertips,
That I’m breaking, and fumbling and crashing
And afraid of dying
But I’m not supposed to be scared of anything
But like a ghost you just passed through it
And stomped your way in
Brushing all the innocent cobwebs
And in my insecurities you got cozy
Despite the demons that follow me
You carved your name in stone heart
Made yourself permanent
No longer an epiphany I can disregard
And my darkness, monsters, nightmares are banished
You accepted me whole
But you are a ghost
And suddenly, I, no longer possessed
Your love no longer my warmth
You left, vanished in thin air
And I’m left empty, rainy skies
Filled with remains of the butterflies in my stomach
And of every song that you pieced of us
Your memories engraved in my tomb
Reminding me why I am a corpse bride
Allergic to pretty boys with bright smiles
-c.c.
Worth
Got nothing to prove, I say
Your judgment's all I care, anyway
Words cut deeper than the knife
Another ripped pride
I tried to please thee
But life ain't as easy as I thought it would be
Can't I be worth it,
In the eyes i truly wanted?