We're not yet history.

Chace. 17. Longs to be a child after God's own heart.

[newyorkcitysubway-deactivated20]

*spends a whole minute deciding whether to write u or you*

[chaz]

“i saw this shit coming and i still did nothing about it” - the story of my life

[theprodigaldreamer]

Umuulan nanaman.

Naaalala ko nanaman ang...

mga panahong inosente pa tayo. Malayang nagtatampisaw sa ilalim ng umiiyak na langit. Masayang humahalak sa bawat pagdampi ng patak ng ulan sa ating katawan. Di mawari ang ligayang hatid ng pagbuhos ng luha ng langit sa lupa. 

Pero nagbago ang lahat nang makilala kita...

Simula noon, hindi ko na magawang sumaya sa pag-iyak ng langit. Sapagkat kasabay no’n ay ako. Ang pagbagsak ng luha ko sa mga markadong papel na naging depinisyon na ng aking buong pagkatao. 

Kasabay ng pagbagsak ng ulan ay ang pagbagsak ng aking mga grado. Kingina this life. 

[mle-bea-deactivated20210703]

[theprodigaldreamer]

Tip #1 Para di masaktan

Wag tanga.

[writingsforwinter]

[writingsforwinter]

A poem from my new book missed connection. Buy it here 

[mydarkenedeyes]

Intao

[theprodigaldreamer]

It was frightening

Your eyes were full of passion

Desire, longing and desperation

Desperate of making me 

A puppet of your unbounded 

hands and lips and love

I remembered how every touch

every kiss scalded my skin

Because I knew it wasn't for me 

You were doing it to me

My body betrayed me 

Arching my spine obeying

every rhythm of you

We were entwined moaning

gasping, groaning 

A collection of heaving breaths

Creating music with the friction

of our skin and mouths 

As we craved to find our harmony

But I was marionette; a slave to your whims

My sounds meant nothing 

Mere fillers to your senses

A mere instrument for your temporal remedy

[theprodigaldreamer]

A Letter From the Boy You Left Behind

I was smitten the first time I saw you. Your smile was contagious and your laugh... Damn your laugh. It was the most beautiful melody I’ve ever heard. I remember thinking that you looked like the happiest person in the world. You looked cute and adorable and you make my butterflies flutter. 

Then you talked to me. You initiated our first talk and damn I was so nervous. I was nervous of saying the wrong things and you might think I'm boring or weird or crazy and you might never want to talk to me again. But you said I was fascinating. I don't know if that's a good thing or not but I was happy because you noticed me.

Fast-forward to a few weeks and we already have inside jokes. It was a great and wonderful feeling knowing that I can connect to a person even by petty silly things. You laughed at my jokes and I laughed at yours. You always have the last say in puns and I thought I was falling for you. I am falling for you and I don't care. You are worth loving and I loved you.

3 months later and you called me crying. I asked you why but you started telling me how much you're hurting all over. Physically, emotionally and mentally. You told me how everything sucks and that you wanted to disappear. I asked you where you are but you continued shouting and crying.

My ears were ringing with your pain and your sadness and all I wanted to do was to hug you and kiss you and tell you that everything will be alright. I went to your house but they told me you haven't been home for a few days. A sensation burned up in me because your parents just said it like it's the most normal thing in the world. The girl I love is missing! Your daughter is missing! She does it all the time, they said. And I remembered how mad I got so I got in my car and drove off aimlessly.

You called me again. Still crying. Your voice sounded different. You talked peacefully in between sobs and I got scared. I asked you again where you are. But you hanged up. I never knew where you were that night. Or where you are now. I just hope that you are happy. You deserve to be happy. I wish you were back to being the girl I used to be smitten with. That adorable happy girl with a wisdom of great puns. I bet the angels are cracking up with your lame jokes.

I miss you. 

[theprodigaldreamer]

True love waits, but not forever.

It waits until the time is ripe.

Sometimes it will never, if it never was real.

Only those that have life, bear fruit.

For love waits until it can't.

and love waits until it shouldn't.

Sometimes love ties a black ribbon around your eyes

and puts a noose around your neck.

Sometimes it gives you wings

and a permasmile on your face.

Regardless, a lover should know when to

raise the white flag and when to put an armband.

A lover is not a masochist.

A lover is not a sadist.

A lover gives and should learn to receive.

Never deprive yourself. Leave if you must.

Be yourself’s first true love.

Time heals.

Love waits.

[theprodigaldreamer]

True love waits but you shouldn't wait for true love.

Waiting is agony and you don't even know what you're waiting for.

You might be waiting for the wrong face of love,

the wrong eye color or even the wrong pitch of voice.

You might be waiting for the flutter of butterflies in your stomach

or that sucker-punching feeling in your gut

that might probably be just hormone-induced.

So instead, forget about true love then go your way.

Live your life without expectations because when you do,

you will experience truly and fully the wonderful feeling

of being swept off of your feet when you realize that true love

has finally caught you without any warning and you will love it.

The wait that never happened, ended with you being with the

perfect person who you know you will love for the

rest of your life  through their best and through their worst.

The time and place would hardly matter. It will transform itself

into a garden of emotions and fluctuating pulses leaving you 

breathless and gasping for more.

Let love surprise you. Don’t expect but be prepared.

It might flood you.

Try not to drown. 

[theprodigaldreamer]

I don't feel enough.

[theprodigaldreamer]

Person: You don't talk much!

Me: I'm observing your weaknesses since you're so freely verbalizing everything about yourself.

[archiemcphee]

[segweg]

Milosav Druckmüller is, hands down, the greatest eclipse photographer in the world. Fact.

i literally just teared up this is so amazing and gorgeous and surreal wow

[sexhilaration]

literally what the fuck

[theprodigaldreamer]

I know it's stupid but I can't help it. I'm afraid. Terrified. That I will never be anyone's favorite anything ever.

My 3am self

[theprodigaldreamer]

We’re climbing down

a spiral of weaving dreams

colliding, intersecting

at every pointless thought

that I have of you

[theprodigaldreamer]

Alam mo kagandahan ng walang forever?

Hindi ka forever iiyak dahil sa kanya. Hindi ka forever na masasaktan dahil sa isang taong hindi ka pinahalagahan. Kaya wag kang malungkot dahil walang forever, matuwa ka kasi alam mong darating yung panahon na malilimutan mo na lahat ng sakit at kalukutan ng pagkawala niya sa buhay mo. Matuwa ka kasi may pagkakataon ka pang sumaya ulit. Kaya wag kang mabitter sa forever, yan yung magpapaalala sayo na ikaw ang may hawak ng mga desisyon mo sa buhay mo at kaya mo pang baguhin ang kapalaran mo. Ayos ba?