#bubog

[smitten-nelle]

Bubog

[noun]: Glass Splinters

(not a precise translation) "Glass still splinters my emotions"

Silakbo as an album is a good album that describes grief (may it be of a real person or of a fictional character)

But Bubog is amazing at describing Jason's grief with himself, what he's become, and the struggle of self reflection. Raw wounds carried as "bubog" or glass shards, still prickled deep in his heart

I AGHGHGHGHGHGHGH I adore this song so much and I'm both devastated but also happy that it's also a song that encaptures the grief of a character I adore

[wmab]

KUMUNOY

Kung sana ay malakas tayo

Baka nagawa nating—kahit

hindi na muna lumaban—

kahit sana makayanang

tumayo man lang.

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-Wag Mo Akong Bitawan (WMAB)

[imaginarykausap]

i fucking hate it when people expect that working out and eating less would instantly guarantee to make you skinnier !

i only eat once a day most days, technically physically active bc of my job. but i am still fat. maybe yall should need to think.

[imaginarykausap]

i am now at that point in my life where i am not sure if i will ever see myself experiencing the things that i want to experience. i want to tell myself that i am ready for this and that i have prepared for it. but i fucking know deep in my soul nothing would ever make me prepare for anything.

[imaginarykausap]

settled with the bare minimum so hard now we're here! let's goooo!!!! <333

[imaginarykausap]

reunited with a too!! lala grabe ubos energy ko !! i hate it when i talk to someone and we just talk about other people and hate them with only one pov and not being able to defend themselves....... i hate HATE HATE HATE that she's still the same fucking person i left six years ago! maybe it's the mental illness???? but... bruhhhh.... you cannot blame everything on a diagnosis!

[chubbyheartnimecareno]

Lateness but... Day 12. #inktober for #inktober2017 😉✍🏼🌺 We sometimes become #shattered as we try to become whole. We hurt from the broken pieces but we heal and move on along with the scars and the lessons of feeling pain. Then, we do crazy shatter-causing experiences all over again because the truth is we will never be shatter-proof, but we can always risk through it just to feel the purpose of being human and being alive. 😋❤️ #CreativeMema ✌🏼 #bubog 😁

[ayie-marcos]

I have this in my head for a while. It's hovering in my thoughts like a satellite. After Nanay passed away, I have fully understood how important time is. How time gives way to every chance, every opportunity. How we are given this wonderful fleeting moment. A kiss can be as short as half a second but it's the chance within that short moment that you took that matters. A smile can be recalled as a distorted expression by someone who walked fast passing by you. But may be caught by someone who took the chance to glance. All it needs is a second, yet the happiness it brought is eternal. You can be someone with all the money in the world yet only have a day to live. Or someone without any but lives to a hundred and still have the chance to be truly happy. You only need time. Time is the only thing that matters---and the courage to use it wisely. To use it to its full potential. Now I fully understand when they say that forever can be measured by a second or a minute or two. It last as long as you remember. As long as there's time. I probably feeling this because I lost the chance...the chance to say I love you before that second is gone. Hard lessons---forever engraved in my heart. #bubog #lettinggo #healing