all my hope turned into paper planes

Teka lang… di pa ako tapos buuin ang sarili ko may wawasak na naman… buhay, awat muna tayo


br-o-ken-poetry:

“I just keep searching for something I can’t even name. I look around me and find nothing. It’s like my life is a dying landscape. There’s nothing here for me. And sometimes I feel like there never will be anything. I’m destined to just be lost and useless.”

— broken thoughts


I dreamt of Papa, he was so young in my dream. The last time I saw him in my sleep, his face was long and lonely.

I dreamt of Boogie. He was so white and lovely. His fur glowed and he had energy. The last time I saw him alive, he was old, suffering, and helpless.

I never thought I would see them again together. It is one of those dreams that gives me comfort. It made me feel less alone, God knows how long I felt alone.

So I believe there is a heaven. I know they are there in peace. I know there is a heaven that waits because the way I felt in my dream cannot be paralleled by anything that this world could offer. And I would gladly wait for it, no matter what it takes.


ethuil:

sodiumforsaltytimes:

venuskissed:

venuskissed:

my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

i think it’s silly to be ashamed of your art because it’s not in a museum and of your voice because it’s not selling out stadiums. there will always be people who enjoy and appreciate what you can do.

Idk why but this hit me really hard and I’ve been staring at it for a couple minutes.

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hplyrikz:

“Maybe I was being too picky. Maybe I didn’t want to be close to anyone. Maybe I’d just be the type who couldn’t feel love all the way or something.”

— Deb Caletti, The Secret Life of Prince Charming (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

(via hplyrikz)


little-miss-tragedy:

When we go—and we all will—when our lungs say hello to our final breath, our existence burst from the seams of our bodies, dispersing into the universe, we won’t be gone—not really, at least. When you go, no one will remember your darkness, or your battles, or every mistake you ever made; rather they will remember the times you made them laugh, or the feeling when you pulled them in just a little tighter for a hug. They will remember the look in your eyes the first time you picked up a guitar. When the times comes, no matter where your journey took you, no matter how many demons you fought, they won’t see any of it—they will see you, eating cool whip out of tub at 2 in the afternoon, smirking, carefree, and—happy.

i know how hard you fought: a tribute by (ds)


Miss ko na mga aso ko. Buong buhay ko may aso sa bahay. Ang lungkot lungkot. Pakiramdam ko mag-isa lang ako. 😪


glowdetails:

hello?? um?? universe?? u hearin me?? just letting you know i’m ready for good things to happen in my life!!!!!! i’m prepared for amazing things!!!! i think its time!!!! just lettin you know. 


How can people leave you hanging then come back to you like nothing happened. Boi, you open up scars like how you open soda. Madiin.


I wanted him to give a fvck, but he fvcked me up instead. 🙃