I was looking for a world where I belong, then I found Tumblr. This blog is my own portal of virtually-scribbled opinions, thoughts and unsaid feelings. Anything in this blog will stay in this blog forever. Never bring it to the real world.
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The way you touch my lips.
It’s breathless and I don’t even know how to surpass that feeling. The moment that your skin touches my lips is putting away all the butterflies in my stomach. It’s like the garden full of blossoms withers but still I like it. The way you wear that very witty smile of yours while slipping your finger on my lips is very excruciating that it makes me uneasy but in a good way. It’s hard to describe what happens to my system that time but I want you to know that I’m happy to feel that emotion. It’s just a matter of almost a second but for me, the whole scene worth a lifetime.
You choose to leave me anyway.
I am drowning
with all the
aches and pains
and I don’t know
how to gasp anymore.
The ocean is
too deep for me to survive.
I’m dying eventually.
So that’s the problem with the people you trust and treat as friends. Sometimes, they are the ones who ruin your love life. Such a bitch.
Here I am
hoping to make chances become
magandangboyyy: Beb you're alive haha
I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing. Charsxz. Haha. Mith mo na naman ako. Double send pa eh. Hihi. Me is kilig.
Anonymous: Bakit ayaw mong sabihin. Hahaha. Masikreto si kuya.
Because secrets are meant to be left unsaid. Haha.
Anonymous: Hey, sino tumblr crush mo dito sa tumblr? :)
Hmm. I don’t know. Haha. Hirap magsabi kapag inactive eh and there are so many gorgeous ladies here in Tumblr. (At secret na yun kung sino talaga tumblr crush ko) ;D
I was half in love with her by the time I sat down. That’s the stupid thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you half fall in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. Girls. Jesus Christ. They can drive you crazy. They really can.
- The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger (via thelovewhisperer)
I just want you to stay.
If I had been born a boy, I’d probably win a girl’s heart through words. Not with words, but through letters I’d scatter around for her to find, and she would find them, because she’d know that they were written just for her. Instead of buying her flowers that wilt, I’d paint her one or two on a canvas, as many as she’d like. I’d paint her the world, because I wouldn’t be able to take her around it—at least, I hope, not yet. We’d go on dates to coffee shops and book stores and art museums and indie band gigs while our fingers are intertwined. She’d find mixtapes inside the mailbox on random mornings, and I’d call on rainy evenings to sing her lullabies and lull her to sleep, because I’d know she finds the claps of thunder unsettling. I would never call her pretty, and I’d rather call her breathtaking when she least expects it and catch her off guard, just so she’d understand what she’s going to make me feel every time I get the privilege of gazing into her penumbral eyes. And I’d never tell her I love you because it’s such an easy word to throw away. I’d rather whisper I live for you into her ear every time she feels like dying, and I’d never get tired of letting her know.
- (via mahalkitax3)
Call her JC..Do you know how it feels to be ignored? She made that account to hide her real identity where she can post whatever she wants.