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You think in numbers. I think in figures and shapes and different strokes and lines. I see the world as if it's one huge landscape made of varying washes and tones and impasto. I speak my story in prose and poetry and colors.
6 years and just like that
My head still takes me back Thought it was done but I guess it's never really over Potangina tumblr I'm back with an MD degree, a jowa, but still with a fucking hangup from 6 years ago.
#dearDork
Tangina lang e.
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I am beginning to really miss the old me.
Time machine please.
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Right now, I am no longer certain about many things. I am beginning to doubt all of the decisions I’ve made with regards to who I want to be years from now.
I chose the path which will lead me into the medical field. I am now a registered midwife, soon, a registered nurse, and then I shall...
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oh well, papel.
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You are stronger now. You are no longer that gullible, little good girl you used to be. You’ve grown a bit harder, a little bit bad. And that’s actually a good thing. You have promised yourself that you will not let anyone take hold of your heart and crush it in their hands. It won’t happen...
This post popped up again. I can't believe I wrote this long ago. :)
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THIS IS MY POEM I’M HYPERVENTILATING this is fucking goregous
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One day, he’s going to know. He’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. He’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. He’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. He’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. He’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. He’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. He’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. He’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. He’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. He’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s his favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. He’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. He’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. He’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. He’s going to know how you feel without you telling him, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. He’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. He’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? He is still going to love you.
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I missed Tumblr.
It's been so long since I last posted here. I missed this badly.
Hello, Tumblr world. I'll be back soon. My blog will be tweaked a bit. :) I have so much to share, a lot of things have changed.
There are people who left, there are people who stayed, and there's someone who came unexpectedly. Charot.
Matapos lang talaga ang thesis manuscript namin, I'll go back to you, Tumblr...because no matter what happens, this is still home.
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Beautiful landscape sculptures made from books by the artist Guy Laramee.
This is so cool.
I said no when I meant yes. But hey, you. Maybe you said something and didn't mean it at all. Please don't be like the last one. Please don't be like the others before you.
Well, shit. I can't fall for you. Baka rebound lang ako. Baka lumalapit ka lang sakin kasi wala ka nang pag asa dun sa isa. Baka sinabi mo lang yun kasi nalilito ka pa.
Pero bakit ako nag seselos? In the first place, pagseselos nga ba to? Oh no. Nah-uh. Di pwede.
Anonymous asked:
Busy ka na masyado ah, hindi ka na active dito sa tumblr.
Hi anon. Kilala ata kita. Haha. Oo nga eh. Namimiss ko na mag long post. Tagal ko nang di nakakapag sulat. :( Busy na nga masyado. I have a lot to write about...I just don't have the time.
SnK mobile game. Addictive...but everything's in Japanese. -.-