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052718; macaru is not in the right universe.

"but she isn't the wrong person. i suppose it just isn't the right time." “maybe it's not the right universe."

what makes a “perfect” universe?  a "right" universe?

i. the “perfect” universe

to people, there are three:

connections. the perfect universe means being able to eat with the people you love, regularly, on a daily basis. nothing ever compares to the lengthy discussions and funny banters over food. you love and feel loved. you open yourself and get accepted. you belong, and you feel whole.

effortless success. the perfect universe also means having good grades and good skin on top of having a good social life. you can read a book and have it all on your head the next hour. you won't have to let out tears of blood just to pass ㅡ in fact, you can just sleep and you'll shoot up high in the sky with the stars, with your own flying colors.

prestige. the perfect universe means having the power and the gut to get everything you want. a high degree, a stable job, a happy family and a prosperous life. 

but to me, my love, there is only one:  a universe is perfect as long it has you.

ii. the "right" universe

the right love, the right time, and the right universe ㅡ oh, how i wish i could live with all of those.

i had the right love. you were the right person. it was the right time. but your glorious eyes were trained on another man and my whole heart that i dedicated to you was left untasted and withering on the vine.

i couldn't hate you. i shouldn't. i want to, but how can i ever, if you're looking at me like with that look ㅡ the very look that destroyed me and kept me up all night, the very look that sent a rush of neurotransmitters bleeding through my entire being?

it is a sad evening and so i close my eyes and pray to all the deities known that maybe, just maybe, in another universe, you'd let me love you as much as i hope to give you all of me in this universe.

maybe, just maybe, a right universe exists somewhere for you and me.

a right and perfect universe for the both of us.

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to macaru ㅡ universe, earphones, ice cream, colors & time.

i. universe

we were too young: we wanted to conquer the universe.

but it didn't take long before we both found out that in the haze of our dreams, we were merely looking at a single ray of light illuminating a small part of the empire that we wanted to rule. we were looking at a false image of the world that we wanted to take over and we realized that we were so, so weak. without any weapon in hand, we were about to run head first into a battle that we didn't know anything about.

before even starting, we knew that we were already defeated - there is no way we could ever possibly conquer this universe. the universe is vast; it was bigger than us and all of our fears and dreams combined, but there was no way out.

and so we soldiered on.

ii. earphones

a thousand battles lost, a hundred heartbreaks and few drops of tears later, we were still in the place that we've learned how to hate but at the same time call our home. 

we were still in the battlefield, and no matter how drained we were, there was no way out. we couldn't retreat, we couldn't duck and protect ourselves. one way or another, we'll end up with battle scars and lower self-esteem. no matter how well we do, everything still seems to go downhill. but when the crossfire ceases and the warriors go to bed to get ready for another day of bending and breaking, we find solace in each other as we close our eyes and share earphones in order to listen to a piece of music. 

"pakinggan mo 'to," you say, probably an attemptn to pacify me and my sadness, as i try to blink back my tears. "i'm sure magugustuhan mo."

and sure enough, i do - as i keep my lips pursed and let my weary soul drink the beauty of each melody passing through the thin wire of the earphones, i couldn't help but think of the dreams that we once had. the dreams that got us here in the first place, the dreams that made us think that we were strong enough to conquer the universe on our own.

but thinking of these dreams also reminded me that we have yet another battle to face tomorrow. i get sad all over again.

and so, with a bit of strength that we gained from singing our lonely hearts out in an empty part of our alma mater, we soldier on.

iii. ice cream

we do so much, yet we're never good enough.

i cry so much, yet the tears aren't enough.

then you take me to eat ice cream with you, and god, this is the only positive thing that i've had all day. it's amazing how a simple dessert can heal all wounds and just make the whole world a whole lot better.

i'll always be sad, but there will always be ice cream, right?

i'll always be sad, but i'll always have you... right?

and so, as we inhaled ice cream, shared daydreams and beautiful tidbits of everything under the wheeling blanket of stars, we soldiered on.

iv. colors

"look at the window. the colors are beautiful."

"same colors as the photo she gave me."

i snort, smile and shake my head. of course. of course, a broken soldier will end up falling for a female soldier who is in a high rank. she's one of those who were gifted: she came to the battle with at least a rifle in hand and doesn't seem as broken as we are. 

i'll never understand how she always seems so, so stable and so, so beautiful. but most of all, i will never be able to fathom how, after a year and a half of painful defeat, we are still standing strong in the middle of this crossfire. every day, it seems to get better yet it also seems to get a little tighter. we look back sadly at our fallen comrades and in the back of our minds, we wonder if we'll ever have to suffer from the same fate as them, but we won't. i assure you, we won't. when this is all over, we'll get to strip ourselves off our blood-stained war garments and show them who we truly are. we'll be able to show them the beauty of our colors that are much, much more beautiful than the colors of that sunset i poonted out earlier, or the colors of that photo she gave you. we'll be able to show them what we are made of and until we can do so, just hang in there, okay?

and so, as we cried and dreamed colorful dreams, we soldiered on.

v. time

we were too young: we wanted to conquer the universe.

but it didn't take long before we both found each other and the potential hidden within us. in the haze of our dreams, we were merely looking at a single ray of light illuminating a small part of our capability to succeed. we were looking at a false image of ourselves, under-estimating all the things that we can do, every star that we can reach, all the dreams that we can chase after and we realized that we can be so, so powerful. without any weapon in hand, we ran head first into a battle that we didn't know anything about and survived.

the universe is still vast; it is still bigger than us and all of our fears and dreams combined, but you have me and i'll always have you.

we are and will always be too young, but in time, we will be able to conquer the universe. 

and so we will soldier on.

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KAPPY IM SAD CAN U WRITE ME A SOFT FLUFFY YOONGI FIC IT CAN BE LIKE A SENTENCE

The humidity has done silly things to your hair in the form of wisps and curls that cannot be tamed or tempted into place; you’re sure your tears aren’t helping, but Yoongi smiles all the same and places a generous kiss on your wet cheeks, never stopping the patient rhythm of his fingertips tucking back the belligerent strands from behind your ears and making you believe that just maybe, everything might be okay.

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babae ka na pala! lol

WHAT BABAE NAMAN C ACOE HU U

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I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind.

Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak (via theliteraryjournals)

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I am both self-destructive and self-loving. Both seem very romantic to me.

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looks like im gonna pull an allnighter for no reason and fuck up my sleeping schedule before midterms who's with me

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Most nights, I have dinner with Loneliness. We sit across from each other, silent, each absorbed in our own thoughts. Sometimes, I sit with Anger. She bashes her hands against the countertop, screams like the world is ending. All I can do is cover my ears and resist the urge to scream like she does. Other nights, I sit with Depression. Those nights are the worst, as everything that I eat is tasteless and I wonder why I’m even eating at all. But, tonight. Tonight I had dinner with You. You didn’t see the loneliness, anger, and depression sitting in the seat across from me. You didn’t even blink twice as you sat down and took an already taken seat. Yet, it didn’t matter. As you smiled at me, your eyes crinkling up at the corners, and introduced yourself, I hoped…really, really, really hoped… that this wasn’t just a single occurence. That this night was not just another night in a long stream of bland, monotonous nights. My dinner guests were not replaced by you as you sat down. They’ll be back. They always return. But you seemed to frighten them away, if even for that single hour. I’d love it if you joined me for dinner again.

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SugarmintsArtstore’s artist Lily is churning whimsical dreams of star-studded skies into beautiful graphic illustrations featuring Pokémon’s favorite characters. Blurring the borders between surrealism and reality, the artworks represent otherworldly  scenes where the colors of night and day collide into a waking dream.

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I fear this affection you’re giving me, I fear that it’s not gonna last .

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I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, “An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie,” and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually think there might be love around, we start laughing and pretending and hiding from it.

Caroline B. Cooney, Girl Who Invented Romance (via wnq-writers)

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what the f- p h i l 

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Get some sleep. Don’t give advice. Take care of your teeth and gums. Don’t be afraid of anything beyond your control. Don’t be afraid, for instance, that the building will collapse as you sleep, or that someone you love will suddenly drop dead. Eat an orange every morning. Be friendly. It will help make you happy. Raise your pulse rate to 120 beats per minute for 20 straight minutes four or five times a week doing anything you enjoy. Hope for everything. Expect nothing. Take care of things close to home first. Straighten up your room before you save the world. Then save the world. Know that the desire to be perfect is probably the veiled expression of another desire—to be loved, perhaps, or not to die. Make eye contact with a tree. Be skeptical about all opinions, but try to see some value in each of them. . . . . . . . . . . . . Learn something every day. (Dzien dobre!) Be nice to people before they have a chance to behave badly. Don’t stay angry about anything for more than a week, but don’t forget what made you angry. Hold your anger out at arm’s length and look at it, as if it were a glass ball. Then add it to your glass ball collection. Be loyal. Wear comfortable shoes. . . . . . . . . . . . . Be kind to old people, even when they are obnoxious. When you become old, be kind to young people. Do not throw your cane at them when they call you Grandpa. They are your grandchildren! Live with an animal. Do not spend too much time with large groups of people. If you need help, ask for it. Cultivate good posture until it becomes natural. . . . . . . . . . . . . Plan your day so you never have to rush. . . . . . . . . . . . . Expect society to be defective. Then weep when you find that it is far more defective than you imagined. When you borrow something, return it in an even better condition. . . . . . . . . . . . . After dinner, wash the dishes. Calm down. Visit foreign countries, except those whose inhabitants have expressed a desire to kill you. . . . . . . . . . . . . Sing, every once in a while. Be on time, but if you are late do not give a detailed and lengthy excuse. Don’t be too self-critical or too self-congratulatory. Don’t think that progress exists. It doesn’t. Walk upstairs. . . . . . . . . . . . . Imagine what you would like to see happen, and then don’t do anything to make it impossible. . . . . . . . . . . . . Forgive your country every once in a while. If that is not possible, go to another one. If you feel tired, rest. Grow something. . . . . . . . . . . . . Appreciate simple pleasures, such as the pleasure of chewing, the pleasure of warm water running down your back, the pleasure of a cool breeze, the pleasure of falling asleep. . . . . . . . . . . . . Learn how to stretch your muscles. Stretch them every day. Don’t be depressed about growing older. It will make you feel even older. Which is depressing. Do one thing at a time. If you burn your finger, put it in cold water immediately. If you bang your finger with a hammer, hold your hand in the air for twenty minutes. You will be surprised by the curative powers of coldness and gravity. . . . . . . . . . . . . Be calm in a crisis. The more critical the situation, the calmer you should be. Enjoy sex, but don’t become obsessed with it. Except for brief periods in your adolescence, youth, middle age, and old age. Contemplate everything’s opposite. If you’re struck with the fear that you’ve swum out too far in the ocean, turn around and go back to the lifeboat. Keep your childish self alive. . . . . . . . . . . . . Cry every once in a while, but only when alone. Then appreciate how much better you feel. Don’t be embarrassed about feeling better. Do not inhale smoke. Take a deep breath. Do not smart off to a policeman. . . . . . . . . . . . . Be good. . . . . . . . . . . . . Remember beauty, which exists, and truth, which does not. Notice that the idea of truth is just as powerful as the idea of beauty. Stay out of jail. . . . . . . . . . . . . Be honest with yourself, diplomatic with others. Do not go crazy a lot. It’s a waste of time. Read and reread great books. . . . . . . . . . . . . In winter, before you go to bed, humidify your bedroom. . . . . . . . . . . . . Drink plenty of water. When asked what you would like to drink, say, ‘Water, please.’ . . . . . . . . . . . . Be kind to physical objects. Beginning at age forty, get a complete ‘physical’ every few years from a doctor you trust and feel comfortable with. . . . . . . . . . . . . Take out the trash. Love life. Use exact change. When there’s shooting in the street, don’t go near the window.

Ron Padgett, “How to be Perfect”  (via wordsnquotes)

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smh phil clean up your act

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Phil vs Troye

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