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body{cursor:url(http://free-themes.info/cursor/mustache/mustache.png), url(http://free-themes.info/cursor/mustache/mustache.png), auto;} trisha. nineteen. last year of being a teen.omg! X) Philippines. shytype. clumsy. weird. boring. a dreamer. procrastinator. skinny. short. thrifty? NOT. i always stay up late. i always come late for school. i sing. i play the guitar. i play the piano but not that much. i dance when no one's looking. i love pandas :3 hope to hug one someday :> don't be shy to click on the follow button :) i do follow back :) follow me on twitter :) want more? select one request a song! :) cover songs random blahs Personal Experiences Tagalog posts Photos: I took/Photoshopped

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I'd die if I saw you... I'd die if I didn't see you

In Your Atmosphere|John Mayer

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You are the non-fiction story that I would love to write. That I would spend a lot of sleepless nights to spill off ink on paper drafts until I finally preserved our conversations. Conversations of spoken words through whispers and late-night phone calls, of silent smiles and shy gestures, of holding one’s hands and feeling enough. You are divided into chapters of a novel that I would write each of them so I’d understand you wholly, I would write each of them to make myself whole. You are the words I taste and recite before I go to sleep, the phrases I devour on to feed my hungry mind and yearning heart. You are what I write, and by writing, I’m alive.

You are the non-fiction story that I would love to read. I read you and I’d be with you as you strive to reach the climax of the plot and as we fall down with the slope of the story. I am with you when we reach the fin. And even after the epilogue. Across the acknowledgments, beyond other’s reviews and opinions.  Far from the book’s paperback. Oh we’re beyond bookstore stands and libraries.

All books and all stories end. And so as ours, but I think that is why there are sequels. I would expand the three word I love you’s into trilogies. My words are overflowing that they all can’t be contained in one book – they’re spilling over with playful idioms and teasing metaphors. Of sincere one-word phrases like Always and Okay that can take a reader’s breath away.

Truly, everything still ends even after sequels of books. Ours might end like Rowling’s All is well and Dante’s Wait and hope. I understand if it would be as sad as Segal’s I would also be alive and Green’s I do. Or hanging as Frank’s I still believe people are really good at heart and Salinger’s If you do, you start missing everybody.

But I assure you, you’d be the non-fiction story that I’d write and read again and again. And you know what? You made me stop writing about fiction stories and empty poems. Why would I if I can write about you?

I think I’m starting to love non-fiction more. You’re non-fiction.

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a vid made for a special person. made this vid yesterday. iba talaga pagnagccram :)) like everything worked out well.haha thank God :) felt good that he really liked it :> hohoo 

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am i back? or am i back? hahaha uhuu~ just checked tumblr and realized that i missed it! hahaa　

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Ymre Stiekema by John Akehurst for Exit FW 2011 

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Hello, February.

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a written name on my wrist. slightly my pulse quickens. is this forever i'm feeling? or it'll just fade away like this ink on my wrist? 

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Alam mo ba na mas malambing ang paghalik sa noo sa babae kesa sa paghalik sa pinsgi at labi nito? Pero kahit ano pa diyan ang piliin mo lahat naman ito eh malambing. Pero ang paghalik sa Noo ng isang babae eh pagpapakita ng sobrang lambing at sobrang respeto dito. 

Kapag hinalikan mo ito sa Noo at sinabayan ng yakap, ang tanging mararamdaman niya eh sobrang secured siya sa taong kasama niya, na sobrang gaan ng pakiramdam kapag ganun ang nangyari sa kanya.

Katumbas nga daw ng isang milyong halik sa labi ang isang halik sa noo ng isang babae.

Masyado kasing mahilig ang babae sa mga simple pero detalyadong ginagawa ng lalake sa kanila, sa simpleng paghalik sa noo kahit sa pampublikong lugar eh hindi masama sa mata ng karamihan.

Pangarap ito ng karamihan, pangarap ng babae ng mahalikan sa noo ng taong gusto nila, at ang mga lalake naman eh makahanap ng taong hahalikan nila sa noo.

Nakakatuwang magmahal.

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aish! :">

Earlier, he wrote his name and signed my wrist. He later then told me, "ayan, pag-aari kita :)" gaaaaaaaaaah. idk if those are the exact words. but sdlkfjklsdfjks mej korni, peroooo. heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee idk what to say anymore :)) that's just it. hahahaha

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