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“i saw this shit coming and i still did nothing about it” - the story of my life
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.
Tip #1 Para di masaktan
Wag tanga.
A poem from my new book missed connection. Buy it here
Intao
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
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.
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.
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.
I don't feel enough.
Person: You don't talk much!
Me: I'm observing your weaknesses since you're so freely verbalizing everything about yourself.
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
literally what the fuck
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
We’re climbing down
a spiral of weaving dreams
colliding, intersecting
at every pointless thought
that I have of you
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?