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Jump Into a Photo

“You always live in the past?” You asked, when I sang an old fine tune I love when old memories last, though fast, it still feels very soon A photo of you, taken on that day, every face, every detail was said My memory full of the time and place, taken with me to bed Another photo of you, do you remember that fun? So young, such hope, always on the run If powers I had, I know you’d trust me so We’d travel through space, into that photo we’d go The smells, that voice, we’d stand still in that time We’d remember those sounds, all those familiar rhymes I’m nostalgic you see, my childhood so free No worries to be told My memory painted with your colours, to stay with me till I’m old - DM

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Remember our Walks?

Remember our walk home from school one winter? I wore sneakers in the snow? I slipped, then fell, you giggled then gasped, I was sure I wanted to go You asked if I was okay, I nodded, then I blushed I lived a ways from your house, but our walks home gave me a rush We were eleven, so pure, but my feelings were sure On my heart you had a hold Your laugh was sweet, your smile a delight To keep me from feeling cold The season changed, our walks home the same I dreaded the last day of class I knew I’d be gone, I’d have to tell you “so long!” why did it have to come up so fast? Then our final walk came, and we stopped at your place Two twelve year olds stood, with pain in their face It was our final goodbye, and I’d miss you so You pulled me for a hug, I didn’t want to let go Our tears trailed fast, I wanted to stop time Stay in June forever, two souls in summer intertwined I knew that couldn’t happen, and soon we both release Your broken words still a song in my head: “I hate that you’re leaving, Denise!” I was a child, I felt love, oh the innocence of it all! The butterflies still feel new Those tender moments I always recall I found it on my walks with you

DM

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The Plot

If I write about you, will you write about me? Will these words spilled on paper, be part of a movie scene? We know how it started, we could know how it ends Will everything in between, still push us to be friends? Through your tears you still whispered, but through mine it was shouts So sure of yourself you became, but with myself it was doubts The plot grows thicker, soon our eyes fill with glee Our laughs grow louder, and soon we start to see Our lives are scattered novels, pages waiting to unfold I hope each plot stays just us two, with our adventures being told - DM

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Along the Waterfront Trail

What is this fleeting feeling, of being and seeing? The way the wind caresses my face, the touch is so freeing

My throat is kind of dry, I could use a few sips I look along the water front trail, what if I take a few dips? I’m stoned out of my mind, I’m the heroine in my plot I look towards the sun and laugh, “oh this day, forget me not!” She rides her bike to the front of me; the friend with long black hair There’s the boy who rides to the right of me, sun bringing his smile so bare What is this freeing feeling, of believing and breathing? The lake’s scent crinkles my nose, oh shades of blue, so deceiving Soon the sun will set, then the moon will hang low We still pedal along the waterfront trail, we don’t want this day to go

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“The secret of change is to focus all of your energy, not on fighting the old, but on building the new.”

— Socrates

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There’s just something about biking along water front trails

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Simple as.

Picture credit: Matt XIV

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Can I move here?

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A stunning photo showing Filipinos practicing social distancing during a protest to #JunkTerrorBill #JunkTerrorBillNow 

Because Filipinos aren’t undisciplined. They simply know what rules protect them and what do not.

Also shown: Protesters kneeling in solidarity with the Black Lives Matter movement. 

MORE PHOTOS AND SOURCE CAN BE FOUND IN THE REBLOG BECAUSE TUMBLR HIDES POSTS WITH LINKS. If you have Facebook, share the original post there, which has more amazing photos of the protest. 

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“I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.”

— partyof5plus1.tumblr.com

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“The quieter you become the more you can hear.”

— Ram Dass

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Knock, a short comic about the Philippine Drug War and extrajudicial killings

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Early mornings in Coron are as close to paradise as you can get | emmet_sparling

Location: Coron, Palawan, Philippines

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“One day it just clicks… You realise what is important and what isn’t, you learn to care less about what other people think of you and care more about what you think of yourself. You realise how far you have come and you remember thinking that things were such a mess they’d never recover and then you smile. You smile because you’re truly proud of the person you have fought to become.”

— Unknown