January 2012
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I hate 'The Lazy Song'.
I do; because while everyone’s thinking about how closely they can relate to this song, I’m thinking about how I can relate at all nothing to this song.
Because it’s written by Bruno Mars.
Because it’s written by a guy who can afford to be lazy. He can afford to lie down in his bed all day and write a (lazily written) song about how lazy he is. And you know, I’m...
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December 2011
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casimirpulaskiday:
Why are you leaving me?
He wrote, I do not know how to live.
I do not know either but I am trying.
I do not know how to try.
There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him.
So I buried them and let them hurt me.
Jonathan Safran Foer
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Love, I could have told you all the words you wanted to hear. You only had to feel the warmth of my fingertips on the back of your ear and the flutter of my eyelashes on every inch of your cheek. You only had to listen for the beats my heart skipped every time you took my hand and the prayers I whispered to the night.
You need never ask.
November 2011
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Dearest, have you seen the city from the night sky, with the avenues like the veins of your hands, lit up by lined up cars rushing to their houses; the riverbanks parted ever so slightly like your lips; and the streetlamps reflecting the river twinkling like your brown eyes? To you, I may have been just another face pressed against the foggy window; to me, you were home.
October 2011
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Doctor Who things!
I’m currently in a rough patch, I guess, you could call it that, and I’m not even going to start. So just here’s a bunch of Doctor Who things I’ve been thinking, because it’s my break and I’ve been watching Doctor Who for the past few days. Although I’ve not yet finished with (only) Season 4 of New Who.
Figured I’d post them somewhere because I...
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Someone, somewhere, is dreaming of you; of running her fingers along the nape of your neck; of curling up inside your rib cage and carving her name in your bones; and she wonders how you couldn’t have known then:
Someone, somewhere, is waiting for you.
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September 2011
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I always hesitated whenever I had to say your name. I had a fear that everyone could hear how lovingly, or hurtfully—I’m not sure anymore, I don’t think it even mattered—I said it; everyone but myself. So then I only had the courage to mumble it out, tumbling its way over my tongue, through my teeth, and between my barely-parted lips. I hope you understood why I...
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Anonymous asked: OHAI ALBB :> Question: have you ever been kissed? TEEHEE
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This is not a love letter.
I cannot stand lying close to someone, with as little layers between us, I cannot; a little closer, and you might hear my tell-tale heart.
I cannot stand being held that close— that close, and you might find what was left of the words of love carved on my spine.
I cannot stand to feel anyone’s skull against my cheek— I cannot let anyone else
come close.
August 2011
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In another life, I was the tree under which I laid my head on your shoulder. You cut me down and counted my years; you etched your name on the fire scar on my seventeenth ring.
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“When you separate from someone, I think the real pain comes from not being able...”
– Ala Paredes (via coffeeminute)
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“I don’t believe in love”
was one of the first things I had told you
and I’m not entirely sure, if I was just trying to push you away and shut you out because you were nothing but trouble, or I was nothing but trouble, or both, or if I was challenging you to prove me wrong. You told me “love is a many-splendored thing, love, lifts us up where we belong—all you...
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Tonight, I will dream of the possibility of us:
We will smile at each other for no reason at all, go on road trips in your non-existent car, share the most tasteless strawberry milkshake I’ve ever encountered, go on all the rides in Enchanted Kingdom, and walk home hand-in-hand under the yellow streetlamps.
Tomorrow:
I will wake up loving you more than I have loved you today; you will...
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So for some reason, superhero movies make me very emotional, so much that I’ve cried watching:
Iron Man (when Yinsen dies)
Watchmen (when Rorschach dies)
Iron Man 2 (when Howard says Tony is his greatest creation)
Kick-Ass (when Dave fires the gatling gun)
X-Men: First Class (when Darwin dies)
Captain America (when Steve throws himself over the grenade) (and when Bucky dies) (and when...
July 2011
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The Untold Story of the World's Biggest Diamond... →
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Oftentimes I think about how if you were Orpheus and I Eurydice; I’d rather much run back into Hades’ arms, just to see you look at me one last time.
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Voulez-vous?
Mon cheri, ditez-moi— were you awake when you decided you loved me? Or were you hallucinating between heartbreak and hope; that when you awoke you’d completely forgotten, it had been my hand on your cheek all this time.
June 2011
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I would give everything just to hold your hand one last time, sweaty and pants stained by the grass and the ground, slumped against sacks of dirt, tired and blindfolded, possibly looking like the most idiotic pair.
Hypothetically, I would never ever let go.
Hypothetically, things would turn out extremely different than they did.
Hypothetically, something has to happen to someone, somehow.
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May 2011
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I wrote a letter today with the intention of giving it so that finally I may say the things I have meant to say for two or three (or more than I would care to admit, really) months. Not that these words would have any bearing whatsoever on anything.
I wrote a letter today with the intention of tearing it into a million unintelligible pieces so that perhaps—I am not quite sure—I am...
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Surprise me with the weight of your head on my shoulder, with your nose buried in my sleeve, with the dying strains of a song that once reminded you of myself you let slip from a crack between your dry lips, with a smile I’d never dared look at in weeks, and then walk away to leave me wondering, had I not been here before? Had I not been the one to walk away and leave you staring at the...
Anonymous asked: Kapatid niyo po ba si Maui? :D
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WatchYou and Me (Penny & The Quarters cover accompanied by a video of me dancing with my guitar)
Also, ask me stuff on Formspring. Or Tumblr Ask. I am bored.
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In Spite of All the Danger (The Quarrymen cover)
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That night, did you listen for my voice in between frequencies as you tuned the radio in; did you search for my eyes in the blurred headlights and lamps that lined the avenue—
Or at least remember me and look back as you drive away from the city of my mind?
All roads lead me to you.
awarewolves asked: Hello there, why yes! I'm from UPD, do you go there as well? Haha, what do you mean by my being in UPD as absolutely unexpected? Hmm. You have a lovely blog, by the way. :)
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In that moment, I wanted to tell you everything, but I lost myself in the curls of your hair that go on and on and on, in the cresting and waving of your deep breaths, in the subtle cracks of your warm hands, and I willed myself to stay awake, that I may never lose that moment the way I knew I would lose you.
I hid myself in the crook of your neck and waited.
Until then, I am speechless.
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“If you’re entitled to hold an opinion, then we are thereby entitled to have an...”
– Jacket, Pocket.: The Debate.
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WatchGuitar cover of “Strawberry Fields Forever.” It’s far from perfect, but my fingers hurt too much to practice any more, so this will do.
April 2011
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Why are they called “thoughts” and not “thinks?” It’s probably a stupid question, and if I think hard enough I’d probably wind up with the general answer, but as it is I am too lazy to think, much more think, hard, so I am putting this out there. “Thinks.” I have a lot of thinks. Could be that it sounds too much like things or sinks. There are so...
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