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Balik ka kapag nahanap mo na ang sarili mo, maghihintay ako.

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Baby. Thank you sa peach mango pie. I miss you 😢😢 halos three months na tayo hiwalay @jdarcyy

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There will always be faces you can never look at without emotion and there are names you can never hear spoken without that same old feelings returning. Just when you think you can move on, you’ll remember all the reasons why you held on so long.

(via hey-its-kiffer)

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I love you. I still love you. I guess, I won't stop loving you. There would always be a part of you in me.

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"Sampung mga daliri" Sampung mga daliri, Minsan nawawala yung lima jan eh, Tas hahanapin ko, Makikita ko, nasayo pala yung lima, Sampung mga daliri, Di ko makita yung lima, Ay! Ayun, oo nga pala, hawak mo nga pala. Sampung mga daliri, Yung lima? Ayun, iniingatan ng mga palad mo, Sampung mga daliri, Laging nawawalan ng lima, Kasi mahigpit ang pagkakayapos sa limang daliri ng taong nagpapatibok ng puso ko. Sampung mga daliri, Pasmado na yung lima kong daliri, pati palad ko pasmado na. Okay lang ba? Kahit dumudulas, kapit pa din ng mahigpit ha? Sampung mga daliri, Lalong dumulas, Pasmado ka na din? Okay lang, di naman ako madidirihin, Kapit lang. Sampung mga daliri, Isang taon at mahigit nang nawawala yung lima, Oo nasa kanya pa din, Ha? Nakabuka na yung lima nyang daliri? Ah... Eh... hindi pa naman yata. Sampung mga daliri, Yung lima parang natutuyo na, Nawala na ang pasma, Maganda siguro to, Maganda nga ba? Siguro? Nang hindi dumulas mula sa kapit ko. Sampung mga daliri, Teka bat parang malamig? May hangin sa pagitan ng lima kong mga daliri. Sampung mga daliri, Sampu dati, Lima sa akin, Lima sayo, Nasaan na yung sayo? Sampung mga daliri, Nawala ang lima, Hinanap ko, Hinanap ko, Bumitaw na pala.

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Minsan kahit anong gawin niyo, kung ayaw ni destiny na magkasama kayo, wala talagang “tamang panahon” na darating sa inyo.

(dg)

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Minsan, okay lang naman na magpakaselfish. Yung paminsan-minsan iniisip mo din yung kaligayahan mo at hindi yung kung ano yung gusto ng mga tao sa paligid mo. Wala naman sigurong masama kung paminsan-minsan pinagbibigyan mo yung sarili mo at hinahayaan na maging masaya kahit sandali lang.

(dg)

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The one that is meant for us is going to be the hardest to get, the hardest to keep, and the hardest to accept because through all that the love will grow stronger. Love wasn’t made to be easy, otherwise we wouldn’t end up with the right person. We would end up with the first one who comes along. By struggling we single out the wrong ones and realize who really is the one.

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Minsan gusto ko pa din magpunta sa harap mo, at tignan ka ng mata sa mata at tanungin ka "Bakit mo ako iniwan?" Kaya lang it wouldn't make any sense. Masasampal lang sa akin na kahit ano man ang dahilan mo, nagawa at nakaya mo akong iwanan.

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The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

R. M. Drake (via difficult)

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"Pamumula at mga alaala"

I passed by a mirror kanina, Of course, I saw my reflection, I examined my features, Ooh, I like my new hair, It's in the midst of ash and the shine of the sun, I like my eyeshadow, It's bright, mukang masigla mata ko ah!! I like my mascara, Black and solid, resistant of the tears that might fall from my eyes. Sige Yam tingin ka sa may baba pa, Wag na yang sa may ilong. Oh there, I like the shade of my lip stain. I look so different now. Looking back a year ago... I had a black hair, I had no eyeshadow, I had no mascara, Oh, no, walang lip stain lip stain, kinakagat ko lang yan or tinutuklap para pumula! Hahaha. ...but, there are things that would never change. Hindi nagbago yung emosyon ng mata ko, Yung mga mata ko na matik magdidilate ang pupils pag nakikita ka, Mga matang nagpapadala ng mensahe sa mga maliliit na neurons ko para ipaabot sa utak ko na, "Tangina, ayan, ayan na sya." Tas papabilisin yung tibok ng puso ko, ayan, dumodoble, tumitriple, shet! Kasi... Pag nahahagip ka ng mata ko sasabihin ng puso ko, "Yan, yes, sya. Mahal mo yan." Hindi nagbago yun. Mga matang lumuluha sa saya dati dahil sayo. May nagbago pala sa mga matang to, umiiyak na at namumugto, minsan nabubulag pa sa katotohanan, dahil sayo. Yung ilong ko, well, oo na sige na ganun pa din, Tangina laki ng ilong ko nakakainis, Pero wag ka, Itong ilong na to, Oo sige na, Kilalang kilala pa din yung amoy mo, Yung amoy mo sa umaga kapag kakagising mo lang at lumanit sayo yung amoy ng kama, Yung amoy mo pag bagong ligo ka, Yung amoy mo pag may sakit ka, Yung amoy mo pag, tinatamad ka maligo! Hahahaha! Alam ko pa din, Kahit wala kana, matagal na. Ah there, my lips. Mahilig ako mag- lip picking dati, Yung nagtutuklap ng balat kapag dry, Lagi mo nga akong pinagagalitan eh kasi nadugo kapag ganun, But, it is more often that you would kiss me using your soft puckers, I am surprised how a memory could turn into a sensation, I can still remember the feeling of your lip sutures onto mine, Walang nagbago, nararamdaman ko pa din yan. May nagbago pala, Everything is a mere tangible memory now. Everything is just a sensation now. You're no longer here to take over any movement my lips would act or slip of the tongue that I would do. You're no longer here to mouth "Baby, I love you." You're no longer here to smile for me, I can still remember how imperfect your smile is because of the small gap in between your lips that looks like a small hole, but it can still make me perfectly giddy, Wala ka na rin para maging dahilan ng pagbanat ng labi ko dahil sa pag ngiti, Minsan tuyo pa lips ko, parang napupunit tuloy yung labi ko, dahil sa sobrang pag ngiti ko, Pero kingina okay lang, Kasi tangina kahit minsan nagdudugo labi ko dahil sa pagkapuknat ng mga natutuyong balat nito, Napangiti naman ako ng abot utak. Hahahahaha. Behind all of these colors on my face, was everything that didn't change. Walang nagbago, naghihintay pa din sayo. Ayoko sanang bago pero, may magbabago na din jan, at hindi na maghihintay sayo.

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I don’t understand why some people think that since someone hurt you, you need to hurt them back to show them how it feels. That just makes you exactly like them, you should never want to hurt someone, even if they hurt you. Be the better person.

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   "Tinutulak mo ang mga taong may malasakit sa'yo, Bakit ba?“

Marami kang kilala na tao pero hindi lahat sila may pakealam sayo. Kokonti na nga lang ang mga taong nagmamalasakit sayo, tinutulak mo pa palayo. Kung ako sayo, pahahalagahan ko ang mga taong may malasakit sa akin dahil sa konting malasakit na ipinapakita nila ay nararamdaman kong may halaga ako sa kanila. Huwag sana nating itulak ang mga taong nagmamahal sa atin dahil darating ang panahon na kapag wala na kayong ibang tatakbuhan ay babalik at babalik pa rin tayo dun sa mga taong pinapahalagahan . Magpasalamat tayo sa mga taong nagmamahal ng tunay sa atin at tayo ay pinapahalagahan nila. Kaya sa konting paraan na pagtrato din sa kanila na sila ay mahalaga ay siguro sapat na.

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32 Signs You’re Dating A Keeper

You don’t have to wait three or more hours for a response for a simple text every time you send one 

They aren’t embarrassed or put out by introducing you to their friends/including you sometimes in their outings. 

They are willing to give, or at least share, the last slice of pizza. 

You are not afraid to be yourself around them — your strange humor, your occasionally awkward mannerisms, your interests in things that other people might consider a waste of time.

Even if what you like might not be their favorite thing, they are always willing to give things a try if they are important to you.

They don’t fill your Facebook wall with inappropriate “OMG baby it’s been almost a week! Miss u so much!”-esque posts, because no one deserves to have to look at that.

They respect not only you, but the people you love in your life — if they are super sweet to you but constantly ragging on your parents/friends, you need to cut them loose.

You are both able to communicate honestly with each other about your feelings and needs in the relationship without feeling like it’s going to turn into a horrible fight.

They are a firm, enthusiastic believer in cunnilingus.

You never feel as though they are slumming it or doing a favor by being with you.

They surprise you — and not just with random gifts of flowers or chocolate. They are evolving into a better person from being with you (just as you are with them).

You don’t have to have some extravagant night in an expensive restaurant in order to both enjoy the evening and feel appreciated.

 There is never a question as to how they actually feel about you.

Sex isn’t used as a placeholder for other emotions that might not be there, or not be there in high enough quantities.

They are just as capable of having a ridiculous night in, eating junk food and watching crappy TV, as they are of shining up and attending an important event

Your mom likes them.

You are capable of both doing your own thing from time to time without the other becoming irrationally jealous, suspicious, or angry.

There is never any doubt that they are thinking of you, that they consider your feelings, and that you are important to their life.

You both have generally similar visions of the future, and what you want out of life. (You don’t want there to come a moment where things can go no further because, say, one absolutely wants children and the other absolutely doesn’t.)

If you suffer a moment of weakness or need help with something, they are eager to support you and not shame you for being incapable of handling it on your own.

If they’re straight, they don’t say f*g, and if they’re white, they don’t say the n-word. (Any keeper needs basic home training.)

They don’t make fun of your taste in music/pop culture/entertainment. (Well, a little teasing is fine, but they shouldn’t be seriously judging you over it.)

They encourage and support you in pursuing your dreams in life.

You feel welcome and comfortable around their family — even if no future in-laws are perfect.

There aren’t any secrets between the two of you, or things about yourselves which you feel you need to seriously hide from one another.

They are proud of you.

 There is no pressure for either of you to adhere to strict, completely outdated gender roles — or a feeling that, if you don’t, the other isn’t attracted to you anymore.

Your friends enjoy being around them, and generally think that they are a cool person who is good for you.

They make you laugh, laugh so hard you can’t breathe, laugh so much that you don’t care if you’re doing your “ugly, weird, cackly/snorty laugh.” (And they love your laugh.)

You are capable of having thoughtful, intelligent discussions about subjects that — even if you don’t necessarily agree on the topic at hand — teach both of you something and remain respectful.

You feel fully comfortable around them in bright afternoon light.

You reciprocate all of these things for them, and are excited at the prospect of being a better, smarter, more caring person because of the healthy way in which you love one another. 

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For whatever you want to forget, running away from it is never the answer.

never run away || o.v.a.o. (via escafeism)

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How You (Un)Loved Her

She was catapulted in your life like a storm surge. Sudden, dauntless and aggressive. You didn’t know she arrived until you were drowning in her aura, making it impossible for you to stop her when she went filling your insides with desire. In the midst of twirling melodies, she was a still silence. All it took was one mystifying look for you to fall down on your knees and beg for just a drop of her glory.

She was enclosed inside a metal facade. And for the longest time, you stood outside it as you looked for possible faults, any point of vulnerability for you to penetrate just to know what goes behind her sly smiles. She didn’t know that even when she acted so guarded, she was dropping little pieces of herself like shiny pebbles that led you to where she hid her heart a long time ago.

It didn’t take long before you turned the world around. Suddenly, you were the name that inhibited her drunken mouth, the nicotine fix that her throat was longing for, the shot of espresso that made her palpitations worse,  the numbers and codes that she loved filling her mind with and the words that built doors which led to a place where her painful realities didn’t exist.

You held her like a dream, a summit that you finally reached, a land that you have conquered, someone that you could call yours. You collected all the gentleness in the world and offered it on her hands, making her a goner over your rainbow-colored affection. She held on to your promises like a little girl tugging on the hem of her mother’s shirt, too terrified to get lost. She thought that this was it, this was where her story finally made sense.

But little by little, you felt how it seemed like she couldn’t breathe whenever you were not around. How she told you she missed you when you were just five meters away. How she put up a lock around your hands just so you won’t let go of her. A love that was once so freeing started to suffocate you. Every time your skin was mingling with hers, you didn’t feel the sensation that you used to crave. Instead you were struggling for a dose of antidote for a poison that was her presence.

You plotted your way out in quiet evenings when she was deeply asleep and contented that you would still be there when the morning comes. Your touches have become ice cold. Your words sounded like old records. Your stares refrained from assuring her that you were still hers. She knew it but she still wore her blindness like her favorite coat.

She woke up without your shadows hanging on her wall. She tried to detect you, to deny your absence by waiting for you but you knew better. From afar, you watched her lose herself as a single idea contained her mind: you were gone. Your guilt was swallowing you but you couldn’t bring yourself back for a decent goodbye. You knew that there wasn’t a kind of apology that would compensate for the ruins that she has become.

You walked away from your greatest casualty with her heart still resting on your bloody hands. You never returned.