Last day.

Graduation ngayon. Huhuz. I’m so sad and whatevs. Huhuz. Late na kami. Okay bye. Baka maiyak na ako.

Getting ready for graduation. Huhuz #highschool #graduation

prinsesangnasaktan:

Do you ever feel how badly you wanted to go back in the past and change everything the wrong things you’ve done? How badly you wanted to make it right so no one would get hurt, you wouldn’t get hurt and maybe, now, your life  wouldn’t be such a mess. 

I want you to love me like the way the sun bids a short farewell so the moon can say hello to the sky (still, the sun never truly fades away for it is still seen somewhere in the world). Like how some people trace the spines of books, hold each page as though it’s made of silk, and reread every word front to back after a while just to relive that moment of reading a book for the first time.

I want you to love me like I am the morning breeze you adore at five in the morning. Like how a mother’s eyes glimmer when she sees her newborn child for the first time.

Love me like galaxies colliding to each other. Like I’m a familiar shirt in your closet that you never seem to outgrow. Like not the attraction between two magnets (I want us to always find our way to each other no matter how far we’re pulled apart).

But if all of these have failed. I want you to love me when my chest seeks comfort in your arms at three in the morning. I want you to love me when I have failed to love myself. I want you to love me in the morning when I just woke up and all of the bruises I have made last night are still seen and when my eyes have failed to see the bruises I have made on my skin.

I want you to love me. I hope you can. I’m bleeding words. Can you hear my heart? It throbs. It shouts. It calls out your name and sometimes you can feel the vibrations rattling beneath my skin.

I want you to love me. I hope you can. I’m already out of words. Can you feel my heart? It beats. It sings. It murmurs your name and sometimes you can hear it in my bones.

Love me like an unforgettable memory. Like the way the waves kiss the shore. Like how painters cherish every detail of their masterpieces, how writers bleed with words, how photographers try to capture beauty without words, and how musicians fall in sync to the beat of their hearts. I want you to love me like you’ve realized home is not a place, but a person (I’m your home).

I want you to love me. I don’t care if my palms will hurt. I don’t care if I get more bruises and scars. I don’t care if it brings pain when you love me (besides, I have bandages in my pocket). Just love me.

I just want you to love me, that’s all.

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Italicized text: inksandwords)

koreanangnegra:

Hi guys! Di ko alam kung may papatol, pero since magb-birthday na ko sa April 20, gusto ko lang mag-giveaway para sainyo. So, eto yung ipapamigay ko:

  • The Fault in Our Stars “Okay” Couple keychains.
  • Any book written by a Filipino Author, can be a wattpad author, Bob Ong, Marcelo Santos III, etc. (don’t have enough money to buy you an international book, sorry.)

So here are the rules:

  • 2 winners *u*
  • Filipino bloggers only. I can’t ship worldwide.
  • Anywhere within the Philippines.
  • Likes don’t count. Just Reblog.
  • Follow me or not. It doesn’t matter :)

You can reblog until the end of April. I will announce the winners on May 1. Please activate your Tumblr Ask and if I TA-ed you, give me your address, so I can send it to you. :)

Have you ever read something that killed you inside?

Like a text message or someone’s status. Everything was going fine until you accidentally came across something you didn’t want to read. Or found out something you were better off not knowing. It’s almost as if it was posted just to purposely hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks how one little thing can ruin your whole day. 

fuckoffcats:

THE AMOUNT OF THINGS I HAVE TO DO AND I’M SITTING HERE REFRESHING MY FUCKING DASHBOARD OVER AND OVER AGAIN I HATE THIS FUCKING WEBSITE

chadlazaro:

[Insert awesome blog post here]

phaserburn:

My taste in music ranges from “you need to listen to this” to “I know, please don’t judge me.”

“The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense.”

Tom Clancy (via observando)

“We all got to be winners sometimes. But what he didn’t understand was that we all had to be losers, too. Because you can’t have one without the other.”

Jennifer Brown, Hate List (via quoted-books)

I still check on you.

raindropstains:

No matter what happened between us, or how long its been since we last talked, I still care, I wanna know you’re doing and feeling. I don’t stalk you but just enough to know you’re okay because you’re still that person I miss and the person who will always be in my heart.

“When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.”

John Irving, A Prayer for Owen Meany (via quoted-books)