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Got some time to spare before your flight? Go check out Jawili Falls, a seven tiered basin waterfalls like the Kaparkan Falls in the North. From Tangalan Public market ride a tricycle to Jawili Falls pay an entrance of Php 5 and voila! Another place to tick off your bucket list. #TheGreatPanayAdventurePartI #travelpanay #travelpinas #igers #igerstravel #igpinas #discoverpanay #mulatpinas (at Jawili Falls) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bpdu54-jTrE/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1wekxkaj9rlpp

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i didn’t give up. i’m just so tired of having to keep people so close. if we’re meant to drift apart i should learn to let go.

Leila Luqman (via wordsnquotes)

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Catching up on my reading. Again. Last November, we were exploring the roads of Chiang Mai when we chance upon this quaint bookstore on the side of the road. Albeit drooling, I didn't have book money that time since it was the first leg in our backpacking itinerary. So, I only bought one, Wild by Cheryl Strayed. I managed to snap some photos before the Auntie prevented me from doing so. Cheryl Strayed is the voice and the face behind the advise column 'Dear Sugar'. I promised myself I'll come back to Chiang Mai to visit that bookstore and of course to witness the majestic Loy Krathong Festival. #CherylStrayed #wild

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When nature demanded to paint constellations on my skin; Who am I to refuse? When it said, "Remember me" I didn't have the chance to say, "No" It just did. #MemaLang #MakatiAllOver

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The tragedy that the classics call "The Great Gatsby". Book. Movie. It'll gouge your heart out trample over it again and again until it bleeds and left for dead. Amazing Fitzgerald capturing the atmosphere of his era. Ambition. Glitz. Passion. Like boats on a dock beating each other against the current. 😢🙌💰👑👚👚😼💗#DiCaprio

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True that. Family. Friend. Lover.

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Ilang Daigdig

Tiningala ko ang napakagandang buwan sa langit Ngunit ang ngiting sumilay sa aking mga labi ay may kalakip na pait Hindi ko rin nasumpungan ang galak Na tuwina kong nadarama Kapag tinitingala ko ang kanyang ganda Binabalikan ko ang mga araw Napagtanto kong... Bagamat iisa ang langit Tila ba ilang daigdig ang nakapagitan sa atin.

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Shakespeare

Shakespeare said, "Expectations is the root of all heartache" This baffles me a lot. If you care about someone and that person clearly cares about you, shouldn't it be but natural to umm expect? Well, i don't know. But for me, when i care about you. I care about you. And when I say I care about you expect me to care about what's happening in you. Maybe it's just not the same with each and everyone. Is there any unspoken rule that you have to care this less or this much? Is there any rule that sets boundaries to how much and how so? Society has messed up everybody's natural inclination for human warmth. Geez.

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I have been cold all my life And this new found warmth I have allowed myself to be into Is pushing me to the wall Ripping what was comfortable And slowly giving birth to a new life My heart was ripped open Until all my insides are exposed And each little piece is like a puzzle Being rearranged renewed Ready for yet another battle With the world.

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To The One Who Promised Always

As you lie down, your tired body dead to the world, evaluate your life. One day, you’ll get tired dancing to that music of all things shiny and new. One day, your new world will turn to old. Your excitement will wear down. And once your mind cleared off of all the things that temporarily distracts you. The air will bring to your senses a certain smell. Silence will transport you to that certain familiar feeling. Even food a song or a place will elicit memories when you’ve been most happiest. Your mind will know what’s meaningful. And your fried neurons will crave a certain presence. A presence that knows you yet scares you. I know how difficult it was to see your soul under a watchful gaze of knowing eyes. But your heart, albeit how difficult, will remember how you were understood in the most profound of ways. This is our downtime. Whenever you feel lost you’ll know the way. I am lost, too. And I am wading through the conundrum to find a different path to that familiar feeling, our souls even in silence, were happiest. If your youth doesn’t understand this language. Your heart will. Close your eyes and let it pierce your soul. We don’t have to pretend we’re okay. We are better than this. We’ll find our way. One day.

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WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?

I have several places Id like to visit. Obe would be Manchu Picchu in Peru, the Socotra Island in Yemen and I long to see a baobab tree prefrrably in Africa.

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A tiny little, broken piece of the universe. Is 💟

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Para kay B

Ilang araw na akong tumatawid mag isa sa dilim habang pisil pisil ko o kaya'y kurot kurot ang aking mga palad o daliri. Natatakot ako. Ngunit nilulunok ko ang takot habang minamasdan kong mabuti ang mga matutulin na bus na sumasalubong sa akin. Hinahantay ko silang lumampas. Isa. Dalawa. Tatlong minuto. Hanggang makakuha ako ng sapat na lakas ng loob na ihakbag ang aking mga paa at tawirin ang ilang dipang kalsadang maghahatid sa akin sa ligtas na lugar. Dahan dahan kong pakakawalan ang hiningang para bagang inipon ko ng ilang libong taon. Hiningang puno ng takot at pangamba. Nasasanay na rin ako na paglilingon ako sa aking kaliwa at sa aking kanan, wala kahit anino mo. Nasanay na akong anjan ka. Nakakadama ako ng lungkot. Totoo. Di ko maipaliwanag na lungkot. Isa. Dalawa. Tatlong buwan? Magbabago ka. Magbabago ako. Magkikita pa kaya tayo pagkatapos mong tuluyang lumisan? Ngingiti pa kaya ng sabay ang ating puso? Hahalakhak pa kaya tayo? Magkikita pa kaya ang ating mga kaluluwang minsan ng sabay na umiyak, nagdugo, ngumiti at tumawa? Masasaktan ako kung hindi na. Masasaktan ako pag nakita kita at ang tanging makikilala ko na lamang ay ang iyong mukha. Araw araw iniiyak ko ang mga takot at pangamba na para bang mga multong tinataboy ako sa rason at katuwiran. Hindi ko maiwasan. Pero alam ko, damang dama ko. Malapit ka na ring magpaalam. Sabi ng aking paboritong manunula, "Nais kong malaman mo itong mahalagang bagay: Na kung ako ay nilimot mo na, unti unti na rin kitang lilimutin" Kung ang paglisan mo'y nangangahulugan ng pagkakatagpo mo sa iyong sarili at pagkamit ng iyong mga pangarap. Sige, gumora ka. Pero nais ko sanang alalahanin mo pa rin ako... Sa init ng sinag ng araw, pag umuulan at bubuksan mo ang iyong payong, pagkakain ka ng malutong na fried chicken, pag madilim amg langit at masisilayan mo ang buwan at mga bituin sa langit. Alalahanin mo ako. Pag tahimik ang paligid marinig mo nawa ang malutong kong mga halakhak na pupunit sa katahimikan. Alalahanin mo ako at ang akinh mga kabaliwan. Ngunit kung lilimutin mo na ako, at madarama kong mapipigtal na ang taling nag uugnay sa atin, unti unti na rin kitang lilimutin.

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When your soul shows

There are sides to you that is beautiful. There are sides to you that is ugly. And I do not know what is it I like better. I think I would settle for the ugly side because it is real. It is raw. And it is that which is not misleading.

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The Old Astronomer by Sarah Williams

From The Old Astronomer (To His Pupil) by Sarah Williams

The full poem:

Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet, When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet; He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how We are working to completion, working on from then to now. Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete, Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet, And remember men will scorn it, ‘tis original and true, And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you. But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn, You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn, What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles; What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles. You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late, But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate. Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night. What, my boy, you are not weeping? You should save your eyes for sight; You will need them, mine observer, yet for many another night. I leave none but you, my pupil, unto whom my plans are known. You “have none but me,” you murmur, and I “leave you quite alone”? Well then, kiss me, — since my mother left her blessing on my brow, There has been a something wanting in my nature until now; I can dimly comprehend it, — that I might have been more kind, Might have cherished you more wisely, as the one I leave behind. I “have never failed in kindness”? No, we lived too high for strife,— Calmest coldness was the error which has crept into our life; But your spirit is untainted, I can dedicate you still To the service of our science: you will further it? you will! There are certain calculations I should like to make with you, To be sure that your deductions will be logical and true; And remember, “Patience, Patience,” is the watchword of a sage, Not to-day nor yet to-morrow can complete a perfect age. I have sown, like Tycho Brahé, that a greater man may reap; But if none should do my reaping, ‘twill disturb me in my sleep So be careful and be faithful, though, like me, you leave no name; See, my boy, that nothing turn you to the mere pursuit of fame. I must say Good-bye, my pupil, for I cannot longer speak; Draw the curtain back for Venus, ere my vision grows too weak: It is strange the pearly planet should look red as fiery Mars,— God will mercifully guide me on my way amongst the stars.

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It is seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship. Repeat to self 100×××