[rainstormpics]

[serializing]

hydrangea and rain stimboard for anon!

x x x | x x x | x x x

[carlukininammmxs]

corn.

isipin nyo pati yung mga twitter porn accts pupunta dito. andami na pong porn accts dito tama na ho. ayoko na pong madagdagan yung araw ng pagnonobena ko na sana walang dumaan sa likod ko pag sumaktong may titi sa dashboard.

[thesmallunknowings]

i wish i could put these thoughts to paper. i

[celestialflair]

iniisip ko "sarap long weekend" " sarap nito kasama jowa" tapos narealize ko kaya di ako nagkakajowa puro ano laman ng isip ko hahahaha

[tooies]

i think "take a hike" is like the funniest response to someone. like dude just get outta here. and go experience the wonder of nature for a bit

[funeralprocessor]

ancestral form of touch grass

[taohun]

anyways

[in-your-walls]

x / Landscape With Fruit Rot And Millipede, Richard Siken

[typewriter-worries]

All About Love, bell hooks | Snow and Dirty Rain, Richard Siken

[moonstoast]

crush by richard siken // richard diebenkorn // richard diebenkorn // if there’s a way out i’ll take it by lora mathis

[thesmallunknowings]

going through some of my old works always makes me smile. what was i in such a funky, feisty mood for? so much angst in a relatively peaceful time of my life.

but lately i've been wanting to pave the way to the light with ink, to let my pen point forward for once.

i find that the older i get, the more terrible the world becomes, and the less i want to add to its misery. this is not to say i won't write about the loss, because there is so much of it, but maybe writing about the light there's so little of won't hurt.

[israelmekaniko]

“FOLLOW YOUR PASSION” IS MEDYO MISLEADING

Kapag hindi ka masaya sa ginagawa mo, ang lakas makapangunsinti ng mga linyahang, “You should follow your passion.”  Kapag hindi ka nag-eexcel sa propesyong meron ka, palaging, “Kasi hindi naman ata yan yung hilig mo. Dapat sinusunod mo kung ano ang makakapagpasaya sa’yo.” ( Shet. Napakamakabagbagdamdamin.) Yung kapitbahay ko nga, passion daw niya ang mag-inom at maglasing. Bakit hanggang ngayon wala pa siyang kumpanya ng beer? Etong si Pareng Steve Jobs, literature naman talaga ang totoong passion niya nung college, so bakit may pa-Iphone iphone na siyang nalalaman ngayon?

Kung ang tagumpay ng tao ay nababase lamang sa pagiging passionate niya, sana lahat ng tao kasing sikat ni Ellen Degeneres. Kasing sucessfull ni Walt Disney. Kasing yaman ni Xian Gaza ( wait, what?! ) Merong mga taong mas passionate pa sa larangan nila pero bakit hindi pa rin nilang magawang maabot kung ano ang naabot nila? Kung sa simula pa lang panay na ang talo ni Pacquiao sa boxing sasabihin pa rin kaya niya na, “Pasontok ka lang ng pasontok. Follow your Passion.” Andun na kasi sila sa rurok ng tagumpay kaya baka may masabi na lang– para kunware iconic.

Maraming rekado ang kailangan mong isahog para magtagumpay. Kumbaga sa adobo, yung passion mo, isang sachet lang ng ‘Magic Sarap’.

Minsan kasi masyadong misleading yung “Follow your passion” na yan eh. Hindi porket sinunod mo kung ano ang hilig at gusto mo, magtatagumpay ka na. Like, agad-agad? Instant noodles lang ang meron, walang instant sucess. And you cannot short circuit success by just passion alone. Sa lahat ng lalakbayin mo andun palagi ang hirap, stress, at kabiguan. Pwede mong ininja-moves pero hindi mo matatakasan yan.

Parang napakaself-centered lang pakinggan kung mabubuhay ka dito sa mundo para sundin lang ang passion mo. Na nakasalalay ang tagumpay mo sa kung gaano ka ka-passionate. Na ang kaligayan mo ay nakadepende lang sa kung ano lang ang gusto mo. Ang selfish ng very light. We should not romanticize passion like ‘it is everything’. ‘Coz ladies and gentlemen, we are more than just our passion.

Para kasi sa iba, kapag hindi mo ginawa ang mga bagay na nakakapagpasaya sa’yo, parang sinasayang mo lang ang oras mo dito sa mundo. Na magsisisi ka for the rest of your life kapag hindi mo sinunod ang.. tandadadannnn. ang passion mo. There’s more to life than your passion. Wag mong i-isolate ang kahihinatnan ng buhay mo sa kung ano lang ang passion mo. Minsan, kailangan mo ring gawin ang mga bagay na hindi mo gusto para malaman mo ang tunay na kahulugan ng tagumpay.

I’ve been working here in Qatar for almost 3 years. ( Wow, English.) Hindi ko man direktang nakukuha yung sayang gusto ko sa loob ng trabaho ko, kapag naiisip kong ito ang dahilan kung bakit ako nakakapagprovide sa pamilya ko, mas doble pa yung sayang bumabalik sa’kin. (*sent screenshot to MMK kase may tumulong uhog sa kaliwang butas ng ilong.) And seeing my pamili happy, ohmaygad, my pamili…for me, uhm wait.. i told you that i was, seeing my pamili happy is already a sucesss. Bale, yung punto ko dito, kung happiness lang ang rason mo, there are almost 1,000 reasons to be happy na hindi involve yung sinasabi mong passion. Change the way you see things. Change your perspective about life.

It’s not just about doing what you love. It’s not just about passion. ( Dahil kung ganun din lang, sana tumambay na lang ako sa bahay at nagmahal ng lubusan.) It’s learning to love what you do at pahalagahan ang bawat opurtunidad na dumadating sa’yo gaano man ito kaliit o kalaki. Maging bukas ka sa lahat ng posibilidad na hindi nililimitahan ang kakayahan mo sa kung ano lamang ang passion mo. Higit ka pa sa iniisip mo. Marami ka pang magagawa.

Follow your purpose, not just your passion. Dahil yung calling mo, hindi lang limitado sa kung ano ang passion mo. Alamin mo yung pinakamalalalim na rason ng existence mo dito sa mundo and from that you will find the success that you really deserve na hindi matutumbasan ng kahit anong materyal na bagay.

—

Hi bes, may page din ako oh. Link here.

[thesmallunknowings]

{ Motherless child, where is your honor? Pick up your bones and reassemble; the muscles, god, theyre decaying just glue them on and pump in blood and keep moving - stop trembling; the trees can hear you rasp but they're rooted to the ground and they're consumed by the night and really, why would they care? they say you did this to yourself. good, yes, brush the sand off your lungs and stuff it in, lock it inside your ribs. is it working? breathe. cough out the impurities. okay, now slowly don your skin, your battle armor, hear it snap tight against your muscles. pop in your eyes. steal a bit of moonlight. wonderful. now smile. wait, fuck, where did you put your heart? nevermind, nevermind. you wont need that here, anyway. }

[thesmallunknowings]

My heart could fly - but it could not navigate. It escaped from its cage like a soldier emerging from the aftermath of a war, rugged and wounded and expecting paradise from the other side of the nightmare, but found itself instead caught in the wrath of the heavens. Gales lashed at it and tore feathers from its wings, the rain wore it down, the thunder rattled its innards and shook all its hopes and dreams from their seams. And the only refuge from this rage was the heart-shaped space in the palm of your hands.

[grunge-top]

- only grunge posts -

[lifeinpoetry]

How we live like water: wetting a new tongue with no telling what we’ve been through.

Ocean Vuong, from “Untitled (Blue, Green, and Brown): oil on canvas: Mark Rothko: 1952,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds (via lifeinpoetry)

[wnq-writers]

I hope we never need whisky to talk about our deepest scars or darkest secrets I hope we can talk about these over a morning cup of coffee and see each other in the bright sunlight I hope we never need darkness to hide

Kriti (via wnq-writers)