Beehive from our ceiling! Amazing! 🐝🐝🐝 #beehive #honey #honeybee #goodluck (at Candelaria, Quezon, PH)

Beehive from our ceiling! Amazing! 🐝🐝🐝 #beehive #honey #honeybee #goodluck (at Candelaria, Quezon, PH)

Beloved.

I’ve never been this happy. Never been this contented. Nor had I ever been on cloud nine. Until I had you.

From the very first day, I knew you’re the one. Though, ‘I thought’ it was impossible to fall for you, I still did. It was completely wrong. And it was such an endeavor. I still loved you anyway, and you did the same for me.

So I longed for you. And I was always up in the clouds whenever you are here. You were my ecstasy, my misery at the same time. You were my panacea, my injury as well.

There had never been a day that I wanted to leave you, but I still did. And it was such a nightmare.

Almost a year has passed, I came across you along Lacson st., exactly in front of UST charity hospital. You said “Hi!” I said nothing but “Hello.” Then literally ran away.

I ran as fast and as far as I can. Then those tears fell down my eyes ceaselessly. All your memories came in a flash, like ocean waves crashing down the shore. I was torn apart. And it was heart-rending.

After a month, you were sending me messages in anonymous through my blog. I knew for sure it was you. I cursed you. I hated you. All because I can’t tolerate the fact that I was still deeply in love with you. Until finally, I told myself, ‘Yes. I am still in love with you.’

We started going out again. This time, it’s perfect. For me, it was. But for you? I am not so sure. It was the most magical thing that happened to me. Til I found out all your lies. And this time, I chose to be strong than to just sit there and cry. I fought for our love. I fought for you. And I won. I know, I did.


Nothing’s gonna stop me now. I am choosing to be the strongest that I am. Not one of your lies nor your pride, nor your ego can drag me down. I will be brave. I will stand up for this love that I know is ours.

One day, you will see… This is worth fighting for. You are worth it.

"You can make up a quarrel, but it will always show where it was patched."

Edgar Watson Howe, Country Town Sayings, 1911 (via picsandquotes)
Buti nalang you’re there for me my choco mint frappe. 😢#chocomint

Buti nalang you’re there for me my choco mint frappe. 😢#chocomint

Thank you, Ma! Love you po! Haha ❤️❤️❤️ #burberry #loveit! #sexygirl @sylveva @charmaineparado

Thank you, Ma! Love you po! Haha ❤️❤️❤️ #burberry #loveit! #sexygirl @sylveva @charmaineparado

Say hello to my happy pao! #chowking #nothappyatall #chocolatepao

Say hello to my happy pao! #chowking #nothappyatall #chocolatepao

"We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls."

Anais Nin (via psych-facts)

"I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t."

James Frey (via psych-facts)
Being beautiful doesn’t mean being pretty or attracting. It’s being wise. It’s being knowledgeable. Unique. It’s being who you are from the very start.
What would you do when, in all of a sudden, somebody says you’re trying hard?
Nothing. I did nothing about it. I let the words came out of his mouth. I let them cut me deep down into pieces and slit my insides ruthlessly. I did nothing but gobble up those words like a poison infecting my nerves, destroying me passionately with all his heart. And I’m drowning. The rain has been pouring hard all day and these tears just won’t go away.
This is extremely unbelievable. How can you love a person when you think she’s nothing but a try-hard bitch?
I am not letting this pass just like that. This is unforgivable. If you can not see the beauty in me, what’s the sense of all these? Why are we still here? Why do you have to pretend you love me when in reality, you don’t? Why are you doing all these things to me?
I don’t deserve this. And I know it. I am beautiful in my own way. You can’t change that. Not one of your whores and sluts could ever change that.
Tonight I am sorry for myself. But I will be fine. I will be okay. I promise.

HP

Being beautiful doesn’t mean being pretty or attracting. It’s being wise. It’s being knowledgeable. Unique. It’s being who you are from the very start.

What would you do when, in all of a sudden, somebody says you’re trying hard?

Nothing. I did nothing about it. I let the words came out of his mouth. I let them cut me deep down into pieces and slit my insides ruthlessly. I did nothing but gobble up those words like a poison infecting my nerves, destroying me passionately with all his heart. And I’m drowning. The rain has been pouring hard all day and these tears just won’t go away.

This is extremely unbelievable. How can you love a person when you think she’s nothing but a try-hard bitch?

I am not letting this pass just like that. This is unforgivable. If you can not see the beauty in me, what’s the sense of all these? Why are we still here? Why do you have to pretend you love me when in reality, you don’t? Why are you doing all these things to me?

I don’t deserve this. And I know it. I am beautiful in my own way. You can’t change that. Not one of your whores and sluts could ever change that.

Tonight I am sorry for myself. But I will be fine. I will be okay. I promise.

HP

"I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain."

Jonathan Carroll  (via psych-facts)

"You gotta do what’s best for you and your life, not what’s best for everyone else."

I know, I know. 
And I’m letting go. Finally, letting it all go.
Life had been a mess. But it goes on. And on.
Now I’m here. And I will be fine.
I’m moving forward. One step at a time.

I know, I know. 

And I’m letting go. Finally, letting it all go.

Life had been a mess. But it goes on. And on.

Now I’m here. And I will be fine.

I’m moving forward. One step at a time.

"I realize after his touch
he would know me

years from now, even
in the dark, even

without my skin."

Phil Memmer, “The Paleontologist’s Blind Date,” from Threat of Pleasure. (via vapourise)