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Whenever you lose sight of who you are or where youre going - where the world is going, where humanity is going, I want you to remember how moms are so selfless. And let the thought of that make you grasp for the ropes of hope and keep going. Because it isnt just a concept, it's real.
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What you see. How you see it. How you'll remember it. Pt 2
Cebu Edition
April 25-29, 2024
Jessie Reyez Gave THE BEST Definition of Boundaries I’ve Ever Heard
That nonchalant girl turned into a scared melancholic lady.
Will she wing it from here?
anyways,
Do you ever look around and say "damn, these are not my people anymore"?
anyways,
It's my 12 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
SL:
galain ang lawas
galain ang buot
had i been a man, i be treating my women right, these bros could never.
anyways,
"Always"
...and everything in between its syllables. Always.
i wanna get my own house, and walk around naked from my kitchen to the living room, eating yogurt
anyways,
solitude, sunsets, and low tides
those times when you cannot bring mobile devices, you just got to capture moments as it is through your eyes. watch it, and stash in your memory until it is gone and forgotten.
anyways,
4-5 years back, i remember, i am able to feel things. feel and articulate it to the deepest of my senses. but now, i dont know. im not sure if we cant feel things anymore or just refuse to feel it. or, maybe we experienced life a lot that we start to tolerate nuances, until it go unnoticed and seem irrelevant. but it is the little things that composes the feels.
anyways,
Story
we are a story - hanging, a plot suspended in the air. we are dragging the show waiting for the next climax to come up.
but a story should have a beginning, a rise to a conflict, a climax, and an end. and we dint practically had an ending.
but, i remember where it begun.
i remember the buildup to that climax.
and the climax - heck, i dont even know if we reached that point or we're still building it up ...
or maybe this is not supposed to have a climax or maybe even an end. maybe this is just another story draft writers try to free throw to the bin.
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pov: my narcissistic alter ego would want you to take your halfhearted ass home and leave me alone. dont waste my time.
anyways,
Yesterday, our Father, did it again. Made me come across people with bright smiles, courteousness, and compliments ...to gas me up, lol.
Thank You! 😊🙏
im starting to like perfumes, jewelries, fancy nails. started wearing heels and tita outfits. enjoying night outs and drunken kisses.
people change. or we just got old ...
...older, in different ways.