I will never get tired of your kisses

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“Thank you for every kindness. Thank you for being someone I was always proud to be with. For your guts, for your sweetness. For how you always looked, for how I always wanted to touch you. God, you were my life. I apologize for everytime I ever failed you.”

What Dreams May Come (1998)

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god only knows what i’d be without you

  • i’m going to fucking slow dance to kenny g’s the way you look tonight on my god damn wedding and i’m gonna fucking cry hahaha
  • why is it that i only learned photoshop just now?? no wonder that photoshop gods are literally bathing in money! for this shit is hard but dear jesus do i enjoy it
  • i cannot believe i’ve read JUST 22 books this year… my goal is somehow close to a hundred
  • recently finished colleen hoover’s ugly love and boy did i cry ugly tears! i’m happy she finally got over that young adult stage. because as much as i love getting kilig with all the steamy sex scenes and apparent cheesy lines, nothing will ever beat subtle and old love. and yes, still, always TARRYN FISHER kill all the books for me
  • there are literally just days that i keep on thinking if i could just go back to that day that changed everything. i do not know what it is. but i cannot help but realize how much weight our decisions have. especially when we think they’re so insignificant
  • my dad’s birthday month. most people would tell me how much of a father’s girl i am. to be honest, i do not know but i do love my dad a little too extraordinarily. i guess it’s because of the post war days just keeps on ringing in my head whenever i’m mad or disappointed at him and everything just back to swoosh haha you get me?? my dad is far from perfect - especially now but he is trying his best and although sometimes he makes the stupidest of decisions, he can still be qualified as one of the greatest dad there is
  • however, do not get me started with the love and gratitude i have for my mum but that is for a next post hehe
  • lior and i visited manila ocean park last friday and WOW did he enjoy it!!!!! like mother like baby haha i thought i was going to have a hard time dragging him around since mom {apparently} left the stroller at home but lior was willing to walk everything which is maybe the reason why he was sick with fever when we got home. he enjoyed it too much his body decided to start a war against him hahaha or maybe i was just too reckless and gave him a shower
  • i’m doing a dear lior post for that soon!! :-)
  • i do have a thing with showers. i give lior showers all the time. even when he doesn’t leave the house. i am not sure if this is a habit i just got along the way since when i was little mum insists that we take a bath before sleeping even when you’re freaking tired and you just couldn’t do it anymore. lol that’s how she was and maybe i got it. i cannot go to sleep without a proper bath. even when i’m drunk. even when i fell asleep on the god damn couch already. even when i’m sick. even when i just had lior. i have this overpowering need to wake up and take that bath haha fucking weird i know. or maybe i’m just a little too oc HAHA
  • lior is turning two soon and wow does time fly so fast it’s scary! next day he’d be bringing home girlfriends just so i can meet them. i’m quite afraid
  • school has been nothing but tiring and lovely. i am really enjoying my majors now especially with photoshop. i think it’s one of the most revealed, most underrated secret in the world - find something you love and do it. because once you live and breath doing something you absolutely love, everything else will fall so perfectly
  • i had a good happy thursday two weeks ago. i introduced tiff de jesus to karl kawachi and played the role i’ve always loved: matchmaker. i’m pretty deranged cause i’ve always wanted double dates with my friend and oj’s friend hahaha i’ve been doing this for years now and always always failing. oj and i thinks that maybe this time it’ll be a success haha from the looks of it maybe. maybe.. ;-) hopefully
  • "memorize the mantra" confucius said, but it only let me down
  • i fucking love songs with nice lyrics. i think the reader in me loves it more though haha nothing beats nice metaphors especially if it hits home
  • if i did a redo i’d probably take creative writing and fine arts. my interests have shifted entirely but i guess that’s growing up. as much as i love psychology, fine arts has FINALLY taken its place on my heart and my heart sure likes it
  • oh… and lastly, oj dela cruz? wakatok

Forget prayer,
this is where we stand:

Take your mouth
put it anywhere you please.
Your mouth, my stomach
Your mouth, my thighs

I will be all three:
your altar
your holy wine
and your bent knees

Azra.T “Cherry Wine” 

#8

ringokotomi:

Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment that makes you think, “I just really love you”

#8

“Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.”

– I’m homeless. (via twobillion)

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You asked me -
How do you know when you’re in love?
I said -
When you miss just being quiet with someone.

You kissed my shoulder and smiled.
We lay there,
Together,
Silent.

m.v., I miss us (the good times).

#8

“You play along,
because you want to die for love,
you always have.”

– Richard Siken (via rabbitinthemoon)

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“He is my first love, my only love, and my very last. Even if circumstances set us apart, we’ll always find our way back. No amount of absence will ever stop me from falling in love with him over and over again. Years later and he still conducts my heart to feel the most. Love like this is timeless.

It has only been you. It has always been you. It will always be you.”

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“I loved you to the point of ruin.
I loved you until my lungs were filled with ash.”

Tina Tran, Until I started choking on our memories (via absentions)

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makemestfu:

EVERYTHING RELATE

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makemestfu:

EVERYTHING RELATE

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“What I feel for you—it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.”

Katherine Mansfield, from The Collected Letters of Kathering Mansfield: Volume Four: 1920-1921 (Oxford University Press, 1996)