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Closer (2004), dir. Mike Nichols
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5 to 7 (2014)
My head, or as I like to call it, my suffering dome,
(c) Looking for Alaska
Milkshake Poem from Before Sunrise
āDaydream Delusion
Limousine Eyelash Oh, baby with your pretty face Drop a tear in my wineglass Look at those big eyes See what you mean to me Sweet cakes and milkshakes I am a delusion angel I am a fantasy parade I want you to know what I think Donāt want you to guess anymore You have no idea where I came from We have no idea where weāre going Lodged in life Like two branches in a river Flowing downstream Caught in the current Iāll carry you, youāll carry me Thatās how it could be Donāt you know me? Donāt you know me by now?ā
We were playing Chess.
D: Anong ginagawa mo? Wala ka ng Queen. HAHA
K: F*ck! Di ko yun nakita. Meh, may Queen pa naman ako.
*it took me 5 seconds to get that, WTH??? Ganun na ba ako ka-slow?????*
*and it took me another 5 seconds to think of a comeback*
D: NOT A QUEEN. A KHALEESI.
K: Dapat may nagsusulat sa book nitong mga ginagawa/sinasabi natin e.
IKR??? We're awesome!
Sa boarding house ni Y, nag-s-sneak in lang ako.
D: Y, cr lang ako.
Y: Tignan mo, baka may tae.
She meant "tao". AHUHUHUHU
Bayad po. Isang pogi at isang maganda.
K, sa jeep.
It is the pursuit of happiness that makes people unhappy.
Piero Scaruffi
when you say a great comeback without stuttering
You say I am shallow but you donāt know how many times Iāve drowned just looking at you.
Caitlyn Siehl (via ding-ang-bato)
I do not love your scars. I do not love that everyday you are reminded of sorrows and pain you hold so deeply burrowed in a box locked with a key you pretend you lost. I do not love your scars. I do not love the torment your mind has covered you in, the shrink wrap of anguish that a blade couldnāt remove. I do not love your scars. I do not love the sweat on your brow from suffocating wraps of fabric that keep you concealed, and that keep you safe. I do not love your scars. But I do love you. I love the way each scar attests to a day that you screamed to the world āIām still here, and I wonāt leaveā, when it seemed hardest to stay. I do love you. I love when you allow your skin to shine, and all the world can see the strength in every mark that tried so hard to push you down but never could. I do love you. And if I could wish away every tiny line on your arms and legs, if that would liberate you from an addiction that keeps you awake with craving and fear, I would. I do not love your scars. But I love you. And you must stay. So the scars must too.
For a best friend. (via ding-ang-bato)
K: Would you rather be able to speak every language in the world fluently or master every instrument?
D: I've read this question somewhere already. But I didn't know what to choose then. Now, I will gladly choose language. Ikaw? Is it a tough call?
K: Yung second. Coz Music is the language of Love. Haha
D: BUUUUUUT. Hm sige na nga. BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT. Ok. It's about making different choices and not fighting about it. =)
K: Exactly! =D Even though I clearly made the smarter choice. Not everyone is smart. =)
D: Being smart is good. But it's better to be wise. =p
K: Haha. Jk, Bine. You are extremely smart, and funny, and beautiful. =) I couldn't ask for more.
Iāve always been that member of the family who loves to climb and stay on the roof. I swear, when I die, theyāll see my ghost up here, smoking a ghost cigarette. If thatās even possible.
You watch the sun sink in the west horizon and you realize another day has passed. And then you ask yourself how many sinking suns will you be able to watch in the future. And you can't help but feel that sinking feeling too. Because your days will be over soon. And you still haven't done something - anything - the world would not forget.