Kung Kayat Maghihintay Ako Sayokatulad Ng Isang Nangungulilang Bahay,hanggang Sa Tayong Dalaway Magkitang

Kung kaya’t maghihintay ako sa’yo katulad ng isang nangungulilang bahay, hanggang sa tayong dalawa’y magkitang muli at manirahan kang muli sa akin. Hangga’t wala ka pa, ang mga bintana’y mananatiling bukas, at naghihinagpis.

Sonnet LXV, Pablo Neruda (translated by Dayn)

Breathe. You’re going to be okay. Breathe and remember that you’ve been in this place before. You’ve been this uncomfortable and anxious and scared, and you’ve survived. Breathe and know that you can survive this too. These feelings can’t break you. They’re painful and debilitating, but you can sit with them and eventually, they will pass. Maybe not immediately, but sometime soon, they are going to fade and when they do, you’ll look back at this moment and laugh for having doubted your resilience. I know it feels unbearable right now, but keep breathing, again and again. This will pass. I promise it will pass.

Daniell Koepke  (via ding-ang-bato)

That’s the vibrant character of youth. There is a hint of promising brilliance but also a noticeable blend of immaturity. Like that of going to school fresh and heading home smelling like all-day sweat. And you don’t care at all because all you would want is to hit the sack and think about all your curious, careless and dauntlessly ingenious day experience from school. Less sophistication, more mistakes, heftier learning. I dare you to fail. Dare to be young.

chadlazaro (via chadlazaro)

Cause my heart starts beating triple time With thoughts of loving you on my mind I can't figure out just what to do When the cause and cure is you, you PLEASE DON'T JUDGE ME FOR LISTENING TO THIS. GANDA NG LYRICS OH HEHE. :((((:  Napaka-bipolar ng panahon. Umasa pa naman akong buong araw na uulan. Maya-maya uulan sabay biglang aaraw. WHAT EVEN ANYMORE WEATHER DI NA TAYO BATI :((( On another note, hello sa'yo! I hope you are having a great day. Sorry sa sobrang unnecessary post na 'to hahahahuhuhu.

I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.

Ferdinand Von Schrubentauffrt  (via ding-ang-bato)

For you If some greedy god stole you away from me; if the moon and her sun stole away into the night; if our love was plucked like a pear from its tree — I would burn down every door to find you again. I would tear through every layer of hell, screaming with my mouth full of light, and I would unhinge you from your darkness, from your wet, leaking sorrow. I would take you back from the demons that had clawed you so far into yourself that you counted six feet between your skin and your bones. I would shred open my flesh so that you could see what I hold inside of me; to show you all the light I had swallowed from your love.

“I Will,” Shinji Moon (via uniquecole)