have you been running out of emotions,
have you been living in your head?
have you been drinking all your potions,
have you been getting out of bed?
How Have You Been? (f.a.e)
Anonymous asked:
hi franz! i miss you :(
Hello, whoever you are, I miss you too.
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Liham ni Andres Bonifacio kay Ka Oryang
1897 Mayo 1
Mahal kong Oryang,
Mali ka. Hindi kita nakasalubong upang sa dulo ng kalsada, ako ay liliko sa kanan at ikaw sa kaliwa. Sapagkat saan man tayo dalhin ng ating pakikibaka, ikaw lang ang aking itatangi at makailang ulit na ihaharap sa pulang bandila. Hindi tayo nagpalitan ng mga kwento upang sa pinakahuling tuldok ng pangungusap, ang karugtong ay alingawngaw ng katahimikan. Walang pagod kitang aawitan ng imnong pambayan, Oryang. Hindi kailanman ako mauubusan ng salita upang maialay sa iyo bilang mga tula. Maging ang bulong at buntung-hininga’y magpapahayag ng pagsinta sa tulad mong umiibig din sa bansa. Hindi tayo sabay na tumawa, nagkatinginan, at tumawa pa nang mas malakas, upang sa paghupa ng halakhak ay may butil ng luha na mamimintana sa ating mga mata. Loobin man ng Maykapal na pansamantala tayong magkawalay, tandaan mong ang halakhak at sigaw ng ating mga kasamahan ay sa akin rin. Hindi ka dapat masabik sa akin sapagkat ako’y mananatili sa iyong piling. Hindi kita niyakap nang ilang ulit upang sa pagkalas ng mga braso ko sayo ay maramdaman mong iniiwan kita. Habambuhay akong magiging tapat sa ating panata, Oryang. Kapara ng binitawan kong sumpa sa ngalan ng bayan, tayo’y mananatiling katipun, kawal, at bayani ng ating pagmamahalan. Hindi tayo bumuo ng mga alaala sa umaga, tanghali at gabi upang sa muli mong paggising ay maisip mong hindi tayo nagkasama sa pakikidigma. Hindi ko man hawak ang bukas, nais kong tanganan mo ang aking pangako na ilang ulit kong pipiliing mabuhay at pumanaw upang patunayan sa iyong mali ka. At kung magkataong ako’y paharapin sa ating anak na si Andres, buo ang loob kong haharap sa kanya at sasabihin ko sa kanyang mali ka. Hindi ako bumati sa simula upang sa huli ay magpaalam.
Ikaw ang aking bayan, Andres
*Ibinigay ni Julio Nakpil ang liham na ito kay Oryang ilang gabi makalipas ang pagpaslang kay Andres sa Maragondon.
Tears fell down my face as I was reading this, because everything is just beautiful. This is how you write a love letter. Source: LFS UP Diliman
Every time I get up I feel like the gravity focuses its force upon me, I feel like a tree severed from the trunk, I feel like being pulled down into my own grave. I'm so cold. I turned the fan off, but I need more than a blanket; the chill is in my bones, and it's relentless. Help me I'm a mess.
The clock is ticking too fast. Time is running around me in a blur of memories. The present seems to move like lightning in rapid strikes, like a motion picture transitioning from one image to another in a pace so swift that I can barely notice it moving. Tell me, is it just me? Because I’m flipping through pages, I’m reading too quick, I’m drowning on words, on laughter, on remnants of people and shared photographs.
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i don’t care if it’s a only a joke, please don’t make comments about how someone’s choice of field of study isn’t going to take them anywhere because it can be a great source of stress and your joke won’t help.
I walked into my room and, I wonder how did the rain manage to get inside, and why am I the only one soaked here. There are ringing in my ears mixed with sounds I can't quite hear, and I'm drowning in a sea of tears. I'm falling, falling down.
jagkx
i can’t remember growing up??
I can’t remember the point when adults started cursing around me without apologizing, or when I was allowed to get my own food. I can’t remember when I stopped sliding into my mom’s bed after having a bad night. I can’t remember when my mom stopped chopping my food up at dinner, or when my mom stopped checking on me while I was in the bath. I don’t remember things changing, I don’t remember growing up.
The stars shine a little brighter tonight,
but you're still the brightest thing in my sky.
Now I lie down here with you as my light,
stunned by your brilliance so radiant I'd die.
And I'm not sure if I still care about
the sun, the shine, the daylight anymore,
because I'd choose darkness with no way out
if it means I'd be kissed by those lips of yours.
My hands will always be looking for yours,
hoping to touch all of the scars you have.
Even though they have made you rough and course,
still, always, I'll be looking above.
Because you are my moon, and I'm just a sea;
oh, you draw me in why cannot you see.
Tides (I Love You, But You’re Out Of My Reach) // f.a.e
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I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.
Michael Faudet (via lovequotesrus)
Lightning and thunders and rain. I love this weather.
Nothing about her pain was poetic. She broke poetry. She bled in red and died in black.
VàZaki Nada (via wnq-writers)
Source: vazakinada.com
Can you really do this?
Look at it like it’s not happening,
like it makes you a better person,
like you’ve never known this before?
You’ve sworn, you’ve sworn,
that you’ll never give up
because you know how it is
and how it hurts
and how you’ve hoped
that they wouldn’t look away
when you look at them
with those same bloodshot eyes
that no light dares to reflect in.