"I’ve fallen in love with you one hundred and thirty two times.
The first was at 2am, sheets sticking to our skin, sharing a pillow,
“tell me another secret”,
The twenty third time was on a highway four hundred miles later. You held my face, the sun with butterflies, the sky with pink. I felt the world spinning around its invisible axis, the solar system around its visible star, my heart dizzy from your gravity.
The seventy seventh time was when you came pouring out like a waterfall onto my toes. Give it all to me baby, the entire river, the flow and crash. I can take it. I can count so much higher.
The one hundred and tenth time was when you took it all away from me. Left my mouth gaping, a vacuum trying to suck you back in. I fell in love with you as you were leaving, fell in love with what I’d miss.
Fell in love with the face I kissed for the last time two days ago without knowing it.
The one hundred and twelfth time was in the mouth of another man calling me baby. “you’re mistaken, I was not born in you, I was born in blue eyes that are blinking somewhere else now”.
And shit, I fell in love with you just a moment ago, naked in your arms again, glutinous in how much of you I take, hoarding each moment I get in your arms, keeping them in the caves of my memory in case I’m forced to hibernate again.
I’ve known you for six hundred and something days, loved you in three hundred and something of them. Some days I spend worrying about finances and the state of the world, some days I spend locked in my room listening to Radiohead albums on repeat, some days I smoke too much and some days I sleep through to take a break from being awake. But some days I experience the in-between of miracles and magic. Some days I lose myself entirely, all because you exist. Some days you look at me and I forget my name. I fall in love over and over, again and again, adding another tally to the wall.
I’ve been alive for seven thousand and something days, most of which were mundane. Most of which were wasted. Some of which were spent falling in love with you, in your voice and in your fingertips, in your eyes and in your stride, in your presence and in your absence.
Over and over.
Again and again.
With infinite tallies on a wall."

Magic Numbers by Stevie Lorann (via ding-ang-bato)

Nakatulugan ko na naman siya. Husay. Di pa naman kami okay. Haaaaaay. Kala ko kaya ko pang labanan e. Nako ela. Haay. Tapos ngayon naalimpungatan nga ako gawa ng nagpatak yung unan na katabi ko. Tas’ hanap agad sa phone aba’y nasa lapag na rin. Pati unan at phone ko naffall na rin. Waht. Teka, sakit ng tiyan ko nagugutom na ata ako. Haaay. Tutulog pa ba ako o mag soundtrip na lang? Haaay.

"The world is cruel, the world is unfair, but I think you’ll find hope everywhere beneath the grief and despair."

— Dani Girl


I was a strange child. I spent countless hours peering out of my bedroom window, observing the world move, yet I was motionless. I would save every movement that I saw; a picture frame imprinted in my memory through a window frame. The irony is I still do this; still watching the world move on and not moving with it. I am a strange adult.


hug her instead of fighting with her.
kiss her instead of leaving her while she was nagging at you.
stay with her instead of leaving her to avoid more fights.
wipe her tears instead of getting angry at her when shes crying.

do things, you know she wanted. just make her your only one and she will be yours forever.


If you want to be skinny because you want to turn some guys on, you’re doing it wrong. For a worthy guy won’t look at your appearance. He won’t care about your weight, your height, the color of your skin or the scars you have. He will still see those imperfections because that’s inevitable—but he will accept it and love it because you were made by those.

If you cannot sleep at night because you are waiting for his message, well you should probably go to sleep now. For sleep is the only chance you can get away with pain—and you should grab it. He will soon realize that you do not need him anymore in your life and he will eventually seek for your attention again. And when that happened, do not ever repeat the same mistake again. You wouldn’t want to experience the same heartache from the same person once more.

If you feel lonely and you cannot hide your tears anymore, burst it out. Cry until you got tired. Cry until you are in the darkest side of yourself. Until you find that little light in the darkness. Until you can finally grow and start as a stronger person.

If you worry about that friend of yours who wants to kill herself, stop worrying. Go to where she is and make sure she’s fine, instead. Do not leave her until she’s finally okay and until she can laugh again. Crack the funniest joke you can give her, laugh with her but after that, hug her and tell her how important she is and how thankful you are that she exists.

If you saw someone pretty, do not be insecure, do not say mean things to her and do not find a tiny hole where you can ruin her. Instead, compliment her because insecurity won’t make you any better. You are beautiful, you do not need to pull others down just for you to become one.

If you think you cannot handle things anymore, seek for God and He will answer it all.


— (via leftunsaidthoughts)