Ang talino naman ng mga beliefs ko noon.
Fuck you, I didn’t deserve that.
(via thestarrynightthoughts)
Ang galing no. Bakit kaya kapag yung tao may naranasan na masakit noon naiiwasan na nila ngayon?
At sobrang pag-iiwas nagiging lungkot. Sa lungkot na yun nagiging takot. At sa takot na yun, nawawala nalang lahat ng posibilidad na maging masaya.
(Source: thestarrynightthoughts, via thestarrynightthoughts)
Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.
(Source: little-miss-tragedy, via thestarrynightthoughts)
“What is love?”
Someone asked me if I love him. I did not answer him directly because I don’t even know what love is. I told him to give me the definition of love for him though he asked for mine. I don’t have my own meaning of love. It’s just I know that it exists somewhere in between people. But what is love?
I asked myself, what is love for me? suddenly, I remembered him. I remembered us.
Love is not when I bliss into happiness whenever I see you.
Love is not when I jerk into tears when you are with her.
Love is not when you hold my hand and say you’ll stay beside me.
Love is not when you kiss me and whisper me that we’ll be together.
Love is not when we break our hearts and choose to let each other go.
Love is not when we try to forget everything that we have to move on.
Love is not when decide to go back in time and be back to us again.
Love is not something I would easily tell that it is.
For love is when I am calm about you in any ways. There’s no butterflies but only comfort. There’s no crying for we only seek the happiness of each other. There’s no expectation, no hoping of, no overthinking, no fear. Just pure trust and understandings. There are no heartaches for we only wish something not for one self but the other half.
For love isn’t something I take, but it is something I give.
It isn’t something I feel in raging hormones, but it is I don’t need hormones to make me believe that you are special.
I do not own you you, possess you or tie you to me but I only pray the happiness of yours even I am not part of it.
(Source: thestarrynightthoughts, via thestarrynightthoughts)
To the person who will love me in the future: I apologize in advance. There will be days where you will not understand me. There will be days where I will hold you ever so gently that you’ll fall asleep in my arms. But there will be days where I will be cold and distant that it will make you wonder if I still have feelings for you. I am my own disaster, destruction, and peril. You will notice my scars from all the battles I have fought with life and myself. You will see the imperfections I kept hidden behind similes and metaphors. You will see the not-so-great side of me but I hope you will still stay. I hope you will find beauty behind my mess. I hope you will find peace in my storms. I hope you find the courage to love me despite it all. I will let my walls down for you. I will bear all my secrets to you. And I will love you, unconditionally.
Words and Photo by Dave Magarin
Mifepristone/Misoprostol
I’m tired being sorry to myself.
gusto ko muna mapag-isa.
ayoko muna ng kausap.
o ng mga tanong
somebody save me from myself
why did you have to act like youre my last hope when you all ever did was to destroy me
im so mad at myself. im so mad at the world. im so so tired of living this way, im so tired of people
suicide
im tired but why cant i stop crying
what else can save me
I couldnt even save myself