So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.


puro na lang mahal mahal, lahat na lang nagmahalan, ako matagal nang nagmamahal pero hanggan ngayon hindi mo pa rin ako minamahal enebeyen nakakaloka ka na mag aaral na nga lang ako punyemas

I do not know
and perhaps I won’t
but if you’ll allow me,
I’d be glad
to learn the depths
of you,
from your rib cages
to your clavicle,
up to your spine
to the bump of your nose.

I do not know you,
and maybe what I know
is not enough
to make you see the stars
inside you,
before they die
and wither
like the roses you kept
between your books.

I do not own you
and perhaps,
I won’t.
But I want to know
something about you,
maybe that’s the only thing
I’ll own.




Anonymously message me (3) things you want to know about me.


Guys maghihintay ako haha

Every night, I asa

(Source: shitf4ced)


Poetry’s fingers slipped from mine
during a hail storm.
I took refuge in a boarded up bar
as the lightening splintered the clay earth.

The lines are down.
She couldn’t call at the end of the world
if she wanted to.

(via langleav)

That was definitely a coincidence.

"But the worse thing about growing up and getting older, is the way my friends just sort of drifted away. It is sad how someone can mean so much to you, and be such an important part of your life, and then, because of time, or other uncontrollable circumstances, you never see them again. For whatever reason they are gone, and you miss them, and everyday you hope and pray that you will see them again, if only for a second. But they go on without ever thinking of you, or knowing how much they have meant, or just how beautiful they are, and how your life will never be what you want it to be without them"


I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.

(via chadlazaro)

"I am a very introverted person who enjoys spending time alone, but l do occasionally like to pop out of my bubble and meet other people. When l connect with people, l connect very deeply. I’m not very surface, l can’t cold talk. I always get straight to the core: l want to know what their biggest defeat is or such like."
Anonymous: How long have you been using Tumblr?Do you use your real name for your blog? Why? Why not?Do you use your own picture for your blog? Why? Why not?Have you joined any meet ups? How many? What is/are your blog type(s)?Reasons why you use Tumblr:

How long have you been using Tumblr?

I started using it since 2010 but I did not know how to use it, I mean what I did is just to look at someone’s blog and drool over (kidding) it. (Well if it was so good, I would. Lol)

Do you use your real name for your blog? Why? Why not?

It’s a nickname. I don’t know why not, I think it suits me.

Do you use your own picture for your blog? Why? Why not?

It’s me right there in my avatar. It’s just that I do not want people to see me. I don’t know why I want to be a mystery.

Have you joined any meet ups? How many?

Sadly. I haven’t. The friends I got here, they are miles away and school is tough(I barely have time for myself) plus I do know how to talk to people, it’s just that sometimes I could be really shy and I thought things like what am I going to do on events like that. I wanted to go, I wish I could.

What is/are your blog type(s)?

Well, I like blogs that talk a lot about the owner. Plus, I like words and poetry and books. I like old things. I like art and music. I like shows and people and funny things. If your blog has these, I’ll click that follow button right away. (Then does it mean, I’ve followed almost everyone here. No, not really. Lol)

Reasons why you use Tumblr:

I was trying to find an outlet for my emotions and connect with people who feel the same way. I write but then I thought that I would not want my works to be forever glued on papers covered with careless drawings. I want people to see them, and somehow make them know and make them feel. And I just fell in love with this site and the people in it.

Thank you. :) 😘

Sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.
Her (2013)

I love this film. There’s too much to feel.

Sorry ha. Hindi ka na ba namin ka-level. Ang astig mo dude.


ravishing, breathtaking

commence, live, breaking

best spent with you