The sad truth is that I’ll never be good enough for you. Ever.
- V
» posted Apr 19. 2 notes.

I just don’t know what’s with chocolate-coated almonds. I mean yeah, when you eat the almond, it tastes good. If you eat the chocolate alone, it tastes good also. But, damnit, there’s just something between the two, you know? I mean there’s a bond-a connection, if you will- between these two things that when you eat them together comes this nutty-chocolatey subtly sultry flavor that explodes in your mouth. Call me weird and over reacting, I don’t care. I just like chocolate almonds that fucking much

» posted Apr 19. 11 notes.
When I was a kid, I used to fear the dark. Now that I’ve grown up, I realize that I shouldn’t be afraid of the dark, but what’s in it.
I used to be afraid of the people around me, thinking that they might hurt me, not just physically, but also mentally and emotionally. Because of them, I got afraid to be close with other people. I use the people who have done me wrong as excuses, whenever I feel guilty for turning down a stranger’s offer of friendship.
 I learned to isolate myself from the world, to avoid judgments and criticisms. I shunned the people who stated that they are my allies, telling myself that in the end, they’ll only betray me and forsake me.
I kept my emotions to myself. Because I thought that if I share it, I’ll only be ridiculed and laughed at. All the pain, anger and sadness, I hid them from the world. I said that I was okay; even I felt that there were thousands of knives embedded in my being.
But I never expected that all the pain I hid, the hatred for this world, served as food for the monster inside me. It slowly devoured my very being, until one day, I realized that I no longer know who I am. I no longer recognized the face in the mirror.
I thought that it was too late. I would never see the old me in the mirror. But I didn’t give up. I tried to change.  Sure it was hard, but I was determined to expel the monster inside me. And after a few years, I succeeded.
You, whoever you are. If you’re reading this remember; it’s not too late to stop the monster inside you from taking over. You can defeat it by being open to the people who are true to you. By letting go of all the hate you have for anyone, and by understanding them. Who knows, maybe they act like that because they themselves are fighting a battle with the monster within them.

When I was a kid, I used to fear the dark. Now that I’ve grown up, I realize that I shouldn’t be afraid of the dark, but what’s in it.

I used to be afraid of the people around me, thinking that they might hurt me, not just physically, but also mentally and emotionally. Because of them, I got afraid to be close with other people. I use the people who have done me wrong as excuses, whenever I feel guilty for turning down a stranger’s offer of friendship.

 I learned to isolate myself from the world, to avoid judgments and criticisms. I shunned the people who stated that they are my allies, telling myself that in the end, they’ll only betray me and forsake me.

I kept my emotions to myself. Because I thought that if I share it, I’ll only be ridiculed and laughed at. All the pain, anger and sadness, I hid them from the world. I said that I was okay; even I felt that there were thousands of knives embedded in my being.

But I never expected that all the pain I hid, the hatred for this world, served as food for the monster inside me. It slowly devoured my very being, until one day, I realized that I no longer know who I am. I no longer recognized the face in the mirror.

I thought that it was too late. I would never see the old me in the mirror. But I didn’t give up. I tried to change.  Sure it was hard, but I was determined to expel the monster inside me. And after a few years, I succeeded.

You, whoever you are. If you’re reading this remember; it’s not too late to stop the monster inside you from taking over. You can defeat it by being open to the people who are true to you. By letting go of all the hate you have for anyone, and by understanding them. Who knows, maybe they act like that because they themselves are fighting a battle with the monster within them.

» posted Apr 18. 36 notes.
Anonymous: Nasasaktan talaga ako na nakikita ko sa iba na yung mga pangarap ko sobrang abot kamay lang nila. Sabi nung kaibigan ko pinaghirapan nila yun kaya wag akong mainggit, pero sobra sobra naman na kasi paghihirap ko. Tapos parang walang nangyayari. :(

Tell you what anon, sometimes life gets rough, and you feel like giving up. Most of us try our best to reach our goals. It’s just that, some people are destined to be there before you. Don’t lose hope though, because it may seem hard, but you’ll get there. Just be patient :) Cheers anon. Smile ka na :)

» posted Apr 18. 1 note.

Laugh. Be crazy. Make love to your special someone. Break a few rules. Make mistakes. It’s not always a bad thing to be wrong. Sometimes it’s better to let a wound heal on its own- rather than apply medication on it and make it look like it’s never been there- and let it become a permanent scar. A scar that would remind you that you’re human and committing a mistake wouldn’t always put you in a bad light.


Mistakes are one of the few things that make us human. So don’t be afraid to make a few. Sometimes it would hurt, yes, but it’s what defines us. It’s what makes us human. It’s what makes us “us”.


- V, On making mistakes
» posted Apr 16. 77 notes.
Anonymous: Alam mo kuya idol, mahirap din pala yung mahanap yung sarili mo ano? Kasi ikaw sa sarili mo hindi mo rin malaman kung ano mararamdaman mo kapag sinabi sayo na, kilala mo na ba ang sarili mo? Pumasok sa isip ko na, hindi pa.

Dear Anon idol, I do think that it’s hard. It’s one of the purposes of being alive, I guess. Finding yourself and your purpose in this world.

To be honest, I haven’t found “me” either. But I don’t rush things. I’m not even worried. Just keep on doing what you love and live life to the fullest. :) Who knows, maybe in this manner you’ll finally know the real you. Cheers. :) I hope it made sense. :) hahah

» posted Apr 16. 3 notes.
Admit it. It would feel so good to know that someone blogs about you.
- V
» posted Apr 14. 77 notes.
→ Dear Boys,

escafeism:

Bakit kailangan niyo pang tanungin kaming mga babae kung pwede manligaw? Para ano? Assurance? Malaman niyo na agad kung may pag-asa ba o para masiguradong sa bandang huli di kayo mukhang talunan. Halimbawa, gustong gusto niyo kami at tinanong niyo kung pwede manligaw, paano kung hindi kami pumayag? Edi hindi na kayo mageeffort? Nasan ang pagkagusto niyo na makuha kami kung ganyan yung pinapakita niyo. Ganun na lang yun? Bigla na lang kayo mawawala? Kung gusto niyo talaga kami, pumayag man kami o hindi. DAPAT ipakita at iparamdam niyo pa rin samin na totoo yung nararamdaman niyo.

Dear Girls,

Hindi naman sa bigla na lang mawawala. Iba iba rin kasi kayo syempre. Meron kasing mga babae na sinasabi lang na ayaw nila, pero gusto naman talaga, para lang makita kung mag eeffort yung guy. Meron din naman sa inyo na pag sinabing ayaw nila, ayaw talaga nila kasi ayaw nilang makita ang isang lalaki bilang manliligaw pero bilang kaibigan. Hindi ko alam sa ibang lalaki, pero kung hindian man ako ng babae kapag nagpaalam akong manligaw, ititigil ko na lang. Kasi para sakin, mas okay na yung maging magkaibigan kami, kesa sa ipilit ko yung nararamdaman ko para sa kanya kasi alam ko naman na wala ng patutunguhan yun at baka mairita pa siya sakin at di na ko kausapin kahit kailan. Mas masakit yun.

» posted Apr 14. 99 notes.
Like I Used To.
Does he watch your favorite movies, even though he told you that he’s not interested in chick flicks? Even though it’s boring for him? Does he hold your hand when your favorite parts come out? Does he try to make everything perfect for you, like the guy in the movie, although he knows that he can’t be that perfect? I hope he does.
Does he hold you when you cry? In those times that you feel sad and depressed, will he always be there? Will he be able to stand those long hours of you sobbing, crying, being okay for a few minutes, and you breaking down again? Can he hold you for hours saying nothing, but being there just for you because he damn well knows that you need him? I hope he does.
Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts from the most random of things? Does he genuinely find it funny when you say something so random that it isn’t even related to what he just said? Does he make you feel loved and wanted? I hope he does.
Does he sing to all your music, although he finds it cheesy? Does he sing to you whenever you feel lonely? Does he sing to you even if he knows that he wasn’t gifted with a golden voice? Does he sing to you though he doesn’t know the exact lyrics of the song just to make you smile? I hope he does.
Does he do all these things? I hope he does. I know that most of these stuffs are cheesy, crazy, and weird. But I hope he does them for you all the same, because I know that these are the little things. These are the little things that make you smile. These are the little things that I used to do.

Like I Used To.

Does he watch your favorite movies, even though he told you that he’s not interested in chick flicks? Even though it’s boring for him? Does he hold your hand when your favorite parts come out? Does he try to make everything perfect for you, like the guy in the movie, although he knows that he can’t be that perfect? I hope he does.

Does he hold you when you cry? In those times that you feel sad and depressed, will he always be there? Will he be able to stand those long hours of you sobbing, crying, being okay for a few minutes, and you breaking down again? Can he hold you for hours saying nothing, but being there just for you because he damn well knows that you need him? I hope he does.

Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts from the most random of things? Does he genuinely find it funny when you say something so random that it isn’t even related to what he just said? Does he make you feel loved and wanted? I hope he does.

Does he sing to all your music, although he finds it cheesy? Does he sing to you whenever you feel lonely? Does he sing to you even if he knows that he wasn’t gifted with a golden voice? Does he sing to you though he doesn’t know the exact lyrics of the song just to make you smile? I hope he does.

Does he do all these things? I hope he does. I know that most of these stuffs are cheesy, crazy, and weird. But I hope he does them for you all the same, because I know that these are the little things. These are the little things that make you smile. These are the little things that I used to do.

» posted Apr 14. 285 notes.
→ It’s 12:22 am and I’m still hyper as hell I mean damnit WTF is wrong with me.
» posted Apr 14. 6 notes.
If I ever want to see you cry, it’d be because of happiness.
- V
» posted Apr 14. 5 notes.
You’re a mistake I’d be glad to make again.
- V
» posted Apr 13. 148 notes.
→ I’m so disappointed. Does anyone remember how Tumblr used to be? It was an escape. An escape from bullies, bitches, stress, hard times, family problems, ex-boyfriends, ex-girlfriends. What the fuck has it become? Just scrolling through my dashboard, I’ve seen at least 3 people being sent abuse and hate. Take a step back and think about who the fuck you are and what the fuck you are doing. That’s not what tumblr’s about. If you are against hate, then reblog this.
» posted Apr 13. 112,412 notes.

Tell her you love her when she is wearing her best dress on your dinner date together. Let her know that she looks so glamorous with her red lipstick on. Tell her you love her when she just got off from her bed while her hair is still frizzy and her eyes are still puffy. Let her know that she’s beautiful without any make-up on.

Tell her you love her when she is so excited telling a story about her day. Let her know that you will never get tired of listening to her no matter what she tells you. Tell her you love her when she is so angry about something or someone. Calm her down and let her know that she can vent all her rants to you if she wants to given that after it, she will feel better.

Tell her you love her whenever it is 2pm and she’s giving you the corniest joke ever. Laugh with it and make her smile even more. Tell her you love her when it is 2am and she’s breaking down because of frustrations that she has no control over. Hold her close and let her know that you will never leave her as she tries to get herself back together.

Tell her you love her whenever she’s being jealous. Let her know that others could be more beautiful than she is but they could not replace her in your life. Tell her you love her whenever she’s angry at you because of yet another fight. Say sorry and kiss her just to let her know that you won’t give up on her no matter how hard the challenges are.

Tell her you love her when she’s happy and when she’s sad. Tell her you love her when she’s sober or when she’s drunk. Tell her you love her when she’s herself and when she can’t remember who she is.

Just tell her you love her every time you get the chance and prove it every time.


- n.a., when to tell her those three little words (via escafeism)
» posted Apr 12. 615 notes.
  • You annoy her because that's the only thing you can do to catch her attention.
» posted Apr 12. 83 notes.