I’ve noticed this morning that whenever I walk, no matter where I go, no matter who I’m with, I always walk with my head anchored down my neck peeking down my shadow. I’m going to change that. I’m going to walk with my head up high, with pride, with dignity, and hopefully confidence, and I’ll look at the sun; no longer going to stick with my shadow.

  • Baby: M-m
  • Mom: Mama?
  • Baby: The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell

What everybody needs nowadays is a hug.

He ignores all the girls that’s been chasing after his heart for the girl who didn’t want his package deal. He has attention that seem to stretch far beyond the horizon and yet out of that boundless stretch, the girl he always wanted was not one of them. He has braved and sailed countless storms in tje ocean, risking his life to be deemed worthy of her attention, acceptance and love and yet no matter how he has proven himself, the amount of effort; the litters of blood, sweat, and tears seem to be insufficient to her guarded heart.

I guess, no matter how hard someone tries, or no matter how bare he shows his beautiful soul to woe his love, the reason why his heart pounds faster, why his knees become weaker, why his stomach becomes wilder, why his speech becomes tongue-tied, his vision slower, his actions sluggish, his soul rejoice and become saddened all at once, his love will never be enough for the one he loves. Oh, Love! How much do you plan to elude me?


I don’t want sex, I want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.

Then sex.


Unknown (via ding-ang-bato)

(Source: haayesgrier, via ding-ang-bato)

You’re not protecting me from the world, you’re protecting me from myself and all the things that I should be capable of being right now. And you know what’s sad? Instead of being the obedient son you always wanted me to be, you made a monster out of me.


I’ve been hurting a thousand days from the time that I fell in love with you, and for a thousand days since then, you didn’t seem to care. I know that you didn’t, but maybe one day you’d care, and all of my the hurt I’ve put myself through would somehow pay off! But then again, maybe you wouldn’t. I’m sorry, I have a retarded heart.

"No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough"

Clementine Von Radics (via ding-ang-bato)

(Source: vomitbrat, via ding-ang-bato)

The thought of getting older than 18 is scary. Like you’re too young when you’re 17 and you’re like starting to lose your youth when you’re 19.

"People are prettiest when they talk about something they really love with passion in their eyes."

(via lara-xo)

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All I kept saying was that I miss you, and in sadness, I always keep myself happy with the thought of you missing me too.


The older I get, the more I realize what matters on life like having real friends, being true to yourself, treating people right, doing things that makes you happy, staying up late at night talking to the people that actually matter and having a decent college degree.