#henri igna

[addictedtopizza14]

"If someone asks you what you wear in sleep at night. Say 'My insecurities', Say 'My heart.' Say My insecurities but I wear my heart on my sleeves and douse it with gasoline. That is not to say you sleep naked at night. That is to say that nights are getting colder and you're used to them by now. That is to say you're still waiting, still hoping for that constant kind of burning you deserve."

- Henri Igna, 'A letter to Myself Whenever I'm Single.'

[wordsanonph]

Puwede mo ba akong sabayan sa pagkanta na tumpak sa ritmo ng tambol na wala naman talaga?

Henri Igna, Taxi

[wordsanonph]

Nagdasal ako at humiling ng ulan, pero patak ng ambon lang ang tanging naabutan. Marahil ay nasanay na akong mabuhay sa tuyot na lupa, nag-aabang.

Henri Igna, Tingala

[asummerchild]

If my nephew comes to me saying, 'Uncle, I think I'm in love with a man' I will bake him a pink birthday cake to celebrate his becoming a butterfly But it wasn't meant to be a joke It was meant to be a reminder that no matter how many years you've spent crawling in your self-esteem No matter how long you've stayed hidden behind the walls you built yourself Remember that closets are for moths But you are a butterfly.

Henri Igna, Nephew

[kattt-c]

"If my nephew comes to me saying, "I think I'm in love with a man." when that time comes, I wish this world would be a much more better place than the one I lived. That their eyes will reflect mercy, that their voices will echo acceptance, that their hands are not made to destroy but to build That in their hearts and their mind,                                                                Love is.. not a weakness. Love is not a sin. But until then, hold my hand. If you ever come to me saying, "I think I'm in love.",                                         no matter who he is, no matter who will it be,                                                 your uncle is very, very proud of you. " 

[elliemenohpy]

I've played too many Scrabble games to realize that there are words better left unsaid if they will only make things worse.

[kattt-c]

Sa Maynila, daan-daang taxi ang umiikot, bumabalik pa rito, pumaparoon. Ang mga kalsada ay kasing gulo ng lumipas na kahapon. Hindi man pinagtapo ang landas noong una, wag na wag tayong susuko. Dahil paghinto ng taxi’ng sinasakyan ko, sa tapat ng kinakatayuan mo, sisigaw ako ng “Manong, para. Nakauwi na ako.”