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Hani/18/Pilipinsu Nag-aaral ng kursong arkitektura sa unibersidad ng Saint Louis University sa bundok ng baguio. .Ako man ay pinagkaitan ng seksing katawan, binigyan naman ako ng angking kagandahan. Charaught. Pusong mapagmahal pala. >:)

[nabighanii]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA NAKAKAMISS TUMBLR OMG!

[08021993a]

[nabighanii]

Phoebeeee <3

[nabighanii]

Sometimes we want what we couldn't, Sometimes we love who we could. -Lang Leav

[nabighanii]

Isa pang account para sa ekonomiya. Lol Art page: @hanifabunan

[ohlovequotes]

When you loved someone and had to let them go, there will always be that small part of yourself that whispers, “What was it that you wanted and why didn’t you fight for it?

Shannon L. Alder (via ohlovequotes)

[withthelightsout-]

Strength Building Self-Statements 

1. What’s the worst that can happen? And based on my experience, and NOT on my emotions, how likely is that to happen? 

2. Feelings are sometimes painful, but are time-limited. 

3. It will get easier each time I practice. 

4. My success is measured by taking skillful action, not by whether I was anxious when I did it. 

5. I’m not going to let a lapse get in my way. I’m going to continue making progress towards my goal. 

6. Feeling I can’t do it is NOT the same as not being able to do it. Stick to the plan. 

7. Good job—I’m staying in the situation, even though it’s hard. 

8. I’m going to make it. 

9. It’s a sign of strength to ask for help in an effective way. 

10. Knowing when to ask for coaching is a skill in itself. 

11. I am a unique person, and I have unique reactions. Only I can determine how I SHOULD feel in any given situation. 

12. My feelings are not right or wrong, they just simply ARE. 

13. A feeling of certainty is not the same as the truth. 

14. My painful emotions happen for a reason and are an important source of information and direction for me. 

15. Urges are a natural part of emotions and of being human. Having an urge (even a strong urge) does not mean that I have to DO anything at all.

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[nevver]

[nabighanii]

It’s been a while tumblr.

[ciellenegrete]

Learn to move on. And say good bye to the person who hurt you the most. And accept the fact that you weren’t meant to be each other.

[rhinobeetletheo-deactivated2016]

[fallinlovewithapoet]

I could write a fucking novel about the ache of missing you.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

[nabighanii]

Namimiss kita. Sobrang namimiss kita :'( 

Pero hindi na pwede. Tangina :(

[nabighanii]

1:28am

Mga bandang 11:30 kagabi nakatulog ako, may tumatawag sakin pero tinulugan ko lang, mga bandang 1am may tumatawag ulit, nagising ako pagkakita ko pangalan niya. Nagulat ako, gustong gusto ko ng sagutin gusto ko sabihing namimiss ko na siya. Yung boses niya gusto ko marinig. Pero hindi pwede. Buti napigilan ako ng roommate ko. Siguro lasing lang siya, Ayoko na ulit maskatan. Ayoko ng bumalik sa simula. Andito nako bat pako babalik sa simula. 

Ang sakit. Kung alam niya lang pinagdadaanan ko simula nung iniwan niya ako. Torture. Hanggang ngayon. Di ko alam kung kelan ako magiging okay. ANG HIRAP 

[rbcages]

Lonely is January; he is never quite there until he leaves. He is hanging limbo over your head and begging you not to let him fall. He is tying ropes to your fingers and waiting for you to move, to drop him into you. He is never quite there until he leaves, until he cuts your fingers off and slips down your walls. Longing is February; she is dipping herself into open fire and waiting for her eyes to light up. She is spitting stardust down your throat and telling you love tastes like sores and stomach acid. She wraps chains around your ankles and drags you after her, waits for you to run at her. You never do. Angry is March; he bruises you while trying to love you. He doesn’t know much about self love and he takes that out on you. He turns you stringed-puppet and makes you run for him, drags you around to take his falls. He doesn’t leave until you are skin and bones, he doesn’t leave until he takes too much of you to ever feel whole again. Shy is April; she smiles from across the room and never meets your eye. Sometimes you see her in improbable places, hiding in someone else’s eyes. She is soft and timid and she loves you this way. She is making space in her own skin for you, but you leave before you get a chance to love her back. She hangs around you like a ghost now. Seduction is May; she is dancing around you in a little black dress and daring you to touch her. You almost do. She is rose thighs and a waist that grows only thorns. She is spring flowers threatening to turn summer weeds. You hold her but she is never really yours. She drops her leaves into your hair and convinces you that a mess is beautiful.  Lust is June; she kisses you like she’s trying to breathe right out of your lungs. She is summer sweat and high tops and she presses against you like trying to find a place under your skin. She teaches you that your hands can make fire out of human bodies, she teaches you about gunpowder blood. Heartache is July; he tells you he loves you when he needs to hear it back. He wants you to save him but he’s holding your head under water and wondering why you stopped breathing. He tastes like forest fires and the longest day of the year. He sticks to you for months and you can’t scratch him off your skin. Uncertainty is August; she shifts back and forth into your life like summer rain. She is open fires and waiting for you to burn yourself trying to hold her down. She meets you at a point in her life where she cannot love you, where she can only love herself. You understand this later, you understand that summer flames only take and never give anything back. Vanity is September, he turns your eyes in looking glasses that only point to him. He stands over your head and makes you beg for him, puts you on your knees for him. You believe you are nothing in his absence and so you drown yourself in him until you forget what its like to breathe in open air. Greedy is October; he is bones that never stop breaking. He dips his fingers into your heart and says he wants more. You crack open your spine for him and he finds a makeshift home in the debris you left behind. You carry him around inside you and he grabs onto anything that shows him love. Regret is November; she has her head in her hands and never stops screaming. She carries her ghosts at the back of her throat and finds lips to spit them into. Everything she sees is in black and white and she teaches you this way. She teaches you that nothing ever goes forgotten. She hides you like her biggest mistake, her only wrong turn somewhere along the way. Closure is December; she is soft and warm and holds you when you need it. She tells you she is going to leave eventually and you understand because you’ve loved her and lost her too many times to let it break you anymore. You’ve loved her and lost her until you stopped losing pieces of you every time she turned away. Her hands find their way around the back of your neck, and you let her. The next morning she packs her clothes and leaves without a sound, and you let her.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I tried to love you less. I couldn’t.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

[sad-butsassy]

Sadly, I still think of you.

(via im-sad-lets-have-sex)

[matabangutak]

"Bakit kailangan matalo matapos maibigay ang lahat sa pakikipaglaban?"