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Sometimes, I try to think that I am happy. 

The sad times are when I think of such things. Sad times like when we argue, when we fight, when we are apart. Sometimes it’s so bad that I have to convince myself that I am actually enjoying this—sadness that’s deep in my heart. 

Sometimes, there is a cringe in my chest. I often do not know what to do with it but yes there is a cringe. I am clueless with how to deal with it. After a week of happiness, I come back and realize the sad reality. 

Sometimes I am tempted to turn-off my phone and shut myself away from the world. Even for just a day or just a night. Suddenly, all I want is a few fleeting moments to myself. Then I will be sad. I will be sad in my room with no one watching. I will freely be sad on my own. No one will tell me that it is wrong. No one will judge me because I am alone. 

Sometimes I am want to get away. I will go to a place where no one can find me, where no one can see me, where no one will realize that I am there. Then I will feel the loneliness because despite trying to draw back from reality—I want someone to look for me, for someone to find me and bring me back to myself.

Sometimes I find myself crying for no reason. I am sad but for what reason I most probably have forgotten. Because I hold it inside until I cannot anymore. 

Sometimes I want to just disappear. I want to close my eyes and I will become nothing. I am invisible to the world. I would wonder will anyone notice? Will they be different when I am gone? Will they be happier? I wonder what would become of my memory because I think no one cares for thing nobody. I want to know if you would come looking for me.

"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."

Bob Marley (via skeletales)

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"I write. I sleep. I doodle."

(Morales, 2009)

threeestarsandasun:

What would you do to pursue your crush?
Back in the day, or it even happens in this modern time, boys would bring their barkada (gang) and “Harana” which means to serenade in order to impress their crush. This is a way of respectful courting for it also attracts and tells the lady’s parents how serious he is of courting her, for he would go through the whole phase of visiting her and singing to her. This is the old fashioned filipino way of asking out.

“Uso ba pa ang HARANA? Marahil ika’y nagtataka. Sino ba ‘tong muhkang gagong nagkandarapa sa pagkanta at nasisintonado sa kaba…”
Oche, baby, are you still going back online? I miss you.

threeestarsandasun:

What would you do to pursue your crush?

Back in the day, or it even happens in this modern time, boys would bring their barkada (gang) and “Harana” which means to serenade in order to impress their crush. This is a way of respectful courting for it also attracts and tells the lady’s parents how serious he is of courting her, for he would go through the whole phase of visiting her and singing to her. This is the old fashioned filipino way of asking out.

“Uso ba pa ang HARANA? Marahil ika’y nagtataka. Sino ba ‘tong muhkang gagong nagkandarapa sa pagkanta at nasisintonado sa kaba…”

Oche, baby, are you still going back online? I miss you.

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To Write Mudblood On Her Arms (Facebook)

Celebrate the first annual To Write Mudblood On Her Arms Day!

We take this day to remember that all of us are equal, regardless of race, gender, sexual orientation, gender identity, age, religion, or magical ability. We write “mudblood” on our arms this day not only to remember the pain inflicted on Hermione Granger by Bellatrix Lestrange for being born to Muggles, but to acknowledge the hardships people have faced for being perceived as different. We invite Muggles and Wizards alike to join us in writing “mudblood” on our arms as a symbol to show that while we are all different, we are all equal.

Invite all of your friends so you can all wave your wands and arms proudly this February 15th, 2011. Show the world that intolerance will not be tolerate

(Source: surfeitdoldrums, via arh-fanfiction)

I am happy. Because I have this awesome (on the right) person here that makes me smile. Yes our relationship isn’t perfect and yes we fight. “The thing here is”, as she likes to say, we manage to patch things up. We have our differences in outlook, in opinion and in perspective but we know when to give way. <3

I am happy. Because I have this awesome (on the right) person here that makes me smile. Yes our relationship isn’t perfect and yes we fight. “The thing here is”, as she likes to say, we manage to patch things up. We have our differences in outlook, in opinion and in perspective but we know when to give way. <3

Somethings are better unsaid. Yet we say it anyway

Anonymous asked: Are you Happy? :)

Yes. Quite. :) Because I have someone I adorable I love spending time with. <3

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“Experiences tell you who you are” (Cabuhat, 2012).