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Alex | 18 | Philippines


useless. pointless. i only succeed in failing.

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Posted on 21/Sep/14 with 206 notes Reblog

The saddest word
in the whole wide world
is the word almost.


He was almost in love.
She was almost good for him.
He almost stopped her.
She almost waited.
He almost lived.
They almost made it.

 

- Tiny Stories  (via gwapongbabae)

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thelovewhisperer:

Daily Tumblr Love Quotes

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I hope that someday, you find an amazing girl. The kind of girl who means everything to you and makes you want to spend every moment of your time with her. The kind of girl who keeps you up at night, just thinking about her beautiful smile, and when you finally fall asleep, she`s all you dream about. I hope she`s the first thing to cross your mind when you wake up in the morning. I hope she changes you in a way you could never understand, yet you know it`s for the better. I hope she`s the kind of girl you would die for. The kind of girl who could make you cry, even though you`d never admit it. The kind of girl who makes you want to go out and do something special, something that means everything to the both of you. The kind of girl you can have silly fights with, then kiss and make up and hold her in your arms like you`re falling in love all over again. I hope you make memories with her her you never forget. I hope she`s your world, and what you have with her is nothing less than perfection. and I hope that one day, you lose her. I hope you mess up and as hard as you try to keep her there with you, she slips through the cracks of your broken heart. I hope it destroys you, because you realized you`ve lost the person you once called your everything. I hope you see every moment you spent together spin away down the drain like it was waiting to happen. I hope you stay up at night because she`s on your mind and when you fall asleep, she haunts your dreams. I hope her beautiful smile stays pressed in your mind like a scar that won’t fade away. I hope you realize that you`re a new person because of her, I hope your new self feels incomplete without her and you miss the old you. The one that was okay with being alone, because you’d rather be the heartbreaker than the heartbroken.

 

Posted on 9/Jul/14 with 1,201 notes Reblog

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

 

Posted on 8/Jun/14 with 445 notes Reblog

Date a girl not because she is sexy, pretty, smart, or funny. Date a girl not because you want to get laid or you’re just lonely. Date a girl not because you are sick of being single. Date a girl not because she can be a trophy girlfriend or because she makes your homework and school projects. Date a girl not because she is rich and famous. Date a girl not because she is the girl that your mom would like you to marry. Don’t date a girl because you pity her, or because of some lame, stupid dare, or because you just want to play with her. Don’t date a girl if you know you are not going to be serious with her.

Instead, date the girl that you would love to marry. She may not be your mom’s version of a “good wife” for you, but she already is to you. Date the girl with whom you can be your complete self with. Someone with whom you can fart and she’ll say “ew, you’re so gross” but would kiss you after. Someone who can make you cry but would never do it. Someone who can make you smile by smiling at you. Date the girl who could wouldn’t tolerate your wrongdoings. Someone who would correct you if you are making a mistake, someone who wouldn’t let you get hurt because of your own actions. Date the girl who would love you enough to commit to you, would accept you for who you are even if you are not that rich, cute, smart and witty. Just someone who can always find something good in you, even if it’s really lame.

Date a girl with whom you picture having a future with. Not just some one night stand, but a honey moon. Date a girl because she has touched you in a unique way. Date a girl because you love her enough to commit to her. For real.

 

- Just a reminder (m.b)

Posted on 8/Jun/14 with 951 notes Reblog

We started as friends.

We always have a simple, normal conversation. You always asked about how’s my day and I always asked you what’s up. Feelings are not that strange because we thought we had this same, normal, no malice feeling towards each other.

We started to care for each other.

I worry about you most of the time as much as you worry about me when you don’t get any messages or replies from me. I ask you where have you been or what are you up to and you do the same thing to me.

We started to get a little attached to each other.

You always tell me things like where would you go, what are you going to do or who you’ll be with and just like you I always inform you as if were both oblige to do those things. We started to be more concern of each other

We became committed.

I am officially yours and you’re officially mine. We decided to bring our relationship into the next level. We decided to became couple. We made everything legal and we gave our relationship a chance to became one.

We met struggles, we had fights, we almost break-up, we almost gave up.

We thought everything would go smooth but were totally wrong. We met so many circumstances along the way. We had misunderstandings, we had great fights. I shouted and you yelled. I cried, you kneel. You asked for forgiveness and i’m too weak to see you hurting so we gave each other second chance.

Days passed. Months passed. Years passed.

Were now strangers with memories. And when I met you along sidewalks, I can still remember how we ended and it hurts me because I thought were gonna make it. But sadly, we didn’t.

 

- strangers with memories (xx)

Posted on 21/May/14 with 296 notes Reblog

My eyelids are edges of earthquake cracks,
swallowing countless houses and cows jumping
over the moon just to make me fall asleep.
But in my thoughts the clouds are still eating
afternoon sunlight:
I am jealous
of my grandmother’s hands
being held by old photographs,
my mother’s wrinkles carrying recipes
for forgiveness every time we make foolish
mistakes about who to love, and who deserves
to love every mistake we make
out of loving.
Its funny how every memory
comes back with the moon as a witness.
I have curtain eyes,
a heart with steady steps on the stairs
of my lungs, breathing every fistful
of you, and of us. Nowadays, I keep
anything that moves in the dark:
My heart, the smell of waves on your spine,
and the way your lashes are shaped
like blinking shorelines every time you close them
when kissing me. And I remind myself,
that tonight, and every night from now on
you, are no longer mine.

 

- Kharla M. Brillo, The beginning of pain (via iamunheardd)

Posted on 10/May/14 with 251 notes Reblog

Anonymous: Ano po itsura ni JC? Thank you.

Hahaha. Talagang tinanong sakin haha. Ang masasabi ko lang, maganda siya. Tsaka nangako akong di ko pagsasabi e haha :)


Posted on 17/Apr/14 with 2 notes Reblog

Perfection is the disease of society.

 

- Six-word story

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Favorite Quotation

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets


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