#white-plum

[aworldwithroses]

I regret nothing.

[lilmikomiko]

SO WHAT HAPPENED TODAY? ONE OK ROCK IN MANILA HAPPENED, BITCHES BTW, THIS VIDEO WAS TAKEN BY @white-plum AND PLS THERE ARE LOTS OF SCREAMING AND CRYING AND I DONT THINK I CAN EVER RECOVER I DIED PLS IT S THEM SINGING HEARTACHE ALONG WITH US OKAY PLS BONUS POINTS IF YOU CAN PINPOINT THE MOMENT I CRACKED

holy shit one ok rock concert finally happened. i finally had a concert.

i believe in magic now. omg. *cries*

i cant scream anymore i cant even squeak while crying because i have no voice

the day started with an advance bday celebration for @white-plum, and because @jeanizaheichou couldn't make it, @nikitahawkeye took the extra ticket. then we went to MOA with a two hr taxi ride. mr. anon taxi driver was a v. interesting individual as the conversations flitted between phil presidential election ( hwag iboto si duterte ) to martial law, to his former job as a gay bar owner.

yes it's a v. interesting day. 

then we met with @donomoe ( dont judge me if real lyf coworkers know my tumblr ) and also seen with other coworkers and classmates AND PLS WE ARE ALL UNITED UNDER THE SAME fandom right NOW STOP

im so happy the OOR got the crowd they deserve : an AMAZING CROWD that sang and knew AND SCREAMING SINGING THEIR LYRICS. they probably didn't know how many ppl actually know and collect their albums here ( i ride the trains all the time and i always see ppl watching their mv PLS ), or how passionate and dedicated PH fans of OOR. ( v. few japanese acts go here. so pls dont be surprised )

THEY WERE SO MOVED ( this is proven as AMUSE ASIA SAID WE ARE THEIR LOUDEST AND MOST EXCITED CROWD AND AN INSTAGRAM POST SHOWS SHOWS HOW OVERWHELMED TAKA IS  ) that their performance was SO ON POINT. 

AND PLEASE this is probably their best acoustic performance of Wherever You Are. i'm not kidding that was some steam-rolling singing after all the screamo and banging Taka did. ( fuck im crying ) and not only they performed songs from the xxxv album, they ALSO SANG THEIR OLD SONGS like 完全感覚Dreamer ( their last song and the point where i lost myself and broke down screeching ) AND deeper deeper AND CLOCK STRIKES DO YOU KNOW HOW I SCREAMED AND JUMPED AND HEADBANGED PLS ( @donomoe pls dont tell in the office im a trash pls ilu )

all my friends here in tumblr know how much i love this band ok. i finally watched them live.

FINALLY.

SEE YOU AGAIN PLS

[silencefromafar]

5 Things I Like About Me

Tagged by the lovely ariearcher! Congratulations on getting promoted at your job! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I’m very sincere.

I’m also a very ‘down-to-earth’ person.

My eyes. My eyes are pretty.

My awesome musical taste.

My own ability to surprise myself (eh... does this make sense?)

Once you get this you have to say 5 things you like about yourself publicly, then send this to 10 of your followers (non negotiable) (positivism rocks)

I’m tagging silverhera, white-plum, missfords, hauntedwhispers, suemryskywalker, hapfairy and sorry I don’t know who else to tag haha

[lilmikomiko]

Rurouni Kenshin

❤ fave male: i love kenshin  ❤ fave female: megumi takani, i really wanna be her✖ least favorite: errr,,, probably the filler characters?✔ who resembles me: misao makimachi❤ most attractive: yukishiro enishi❤ three more characters that i like: shinomori aoshi, myojin yahiko, hiko seijuuro

[lilmikomiko]

white plum

wisteriashistory booksinkwellstamarindsencyclopediaspastrieslibrariesunending love by tagore (im running out of u )mystery books

[lilmikomiko]

☁ Please sing Oo by Up Dharma Down

first of all, AS IF WE DONT MEET EACH WEEK.

next, ok i suck at singing.

here : http://vocaroo.com/i/s1rvFNYRKxEc

[lilmikomiko]

Donut smut. Coffee. Accidents. Drunk texts. Backstreet Boys. Magical girls. Karaoke. Sizzling sisig. Shih tzus. Books books books. Wedding garters. Hospitals. Buffet. Notebooks. Video games. Ilocos. Peyups. 1xR. Shoujo manga. MRT. Mugs. Doujinshi. Meat popsicles. Kink Cakes. Tarot cards. Chic flicks. Forehead pokes. Principal's office. Utada Hikaru. Conspiracy. Swardspeak. Five shots of espresso. Construction workers. Heiresses. Spas. Fried chicken. The Voice. Ramen. July 23. Farms. Fireflies.

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[lilmikomiko]

"A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point..." - Mistinguett

for you, lara. wub chu ;A:based on the wordplays of random fic drops with windsilkpart onepart two"look at me, sakura"in that single second when her gaze met his, a flock of sentences were suddenly flustered. his heartfelt declarations, his sincere apologies - gone. they skittered across his skull in rapid pulses, til his mind is empty of thoughts. this woman before him, enclosed within the brackets of his arms, is never meant for silences. haruno sakura is a story meant to be written, to be told, to be lauded. she is the metre for every poem, the syllabic odds to give structure between three lines. she is the rhythm in long ballads, the brave heroine in great epics.  he could wax poetics, he could string notes, he could write epistles - all under her name. but all of them are balled up, obliterated, the moment he held her. he opens his mouth, trying to say something, but the onslaught of words were heavy enough to clog around his throat, strangling the air out of his lungs. in response, she crosses the distance between them, closing the inch of space that felt like a mile. sasuke-kun warms his chilled lips, followed by a sigh that sent tingles that spread like tiny lightnings. there is a question in the way she brushes his nose against hers, and he mirrors her hesistance with a tentative brush of his thumb on the rise of her flushed cheek. she answers it with her trembling fingers weaving at the base of his nape, his hair caught by her rough calluses. one impatient tug from her embrace, a whiff of her intoxicating musk, bright cat-eyes close in anticipaton - she waits for him to speak.thus, uchiha sasuke makes a statement in the only way he knows. the first slant of his lips against hers. the flutter of her lashes. a coaxing hand to follow the dip of her spine to the back of her hips. a desperate press of her chest that told him that its not enough. words can never be enough, for no existing vernacular can ever describe what he wanted to say.so, he’ll keep talking to her like this. again, again, and again - tongues, limbs, bodies spliced to one - till she gets his point, up to the last period.