writeinspace:

You’re better off without me anyways.

Magkikita tayong muli

Parang batang kinikilig

Di mapakali

Nasasabik na mahawakan kang muli

Love a person with a sense of humor.

gutomakoparati:

Magmahal ka ng joker na tao.

Hindi ka magsasawang mahalin siya. Hindi ka magkakaroon ng pagkakataon para malungkot dahil araw-araw ay napapasaya ka niya sa mga pagpapatawa niya. Hindi ka mabobored kausap siya, tatawa ka lang ng tatawa. Hindi mo namamalayan, na sa bawat pagtawa mo ng mga biro niya, ay unti-unti lalo mo siyang minamahal. 

Hindi mo mararamdaman ang mga problema sa kanya. Kung magkaroon man kayo, madadaan niya ito sa biro at the end of the day, ay tatawanan niyo nalang ang kinakaharap niyong problema. 

Madali mong malalaman kung galit ito. Ang laking impact din kapag nagseryoso siya bigla sayo.

Matatalino ang mga mapagbirong tao. Aba, hindi ata madaling mag-isip ng mga punch lines. Hindi dahil mapagbiro sila ay nangangahulugang hindi sila mature. Malalalim ang mga mapagbirong tao, sa likod ng mga ngisi, minsanang korni nilang joke ay may pinaghuhugutan sila.

Magmahal ka ng mapagbirong tao. Hindi ka magkakaroon ng rason para iwan siya.

Nakaka-insecure kang pukajdhjsbcsab ka bakit ang dami mong talent lahat na nasa iyo bakit di ka nagtira para sa akin sahfdsfaskd ka nakakainis kahit lalaki ka tapos babae ako sayo ako na-iinsecure kasi jsahfdusafjdfn mo bakit ba kasi talented ka hindi tuloy tayo bagay talaga hahahaha nanliliit ako sa’yo ushfdibfdsf lalo na kapag naririnig ko ang mga katagang “wow, ang swerte mo kay jshfduasfg” bakit ba lagi nalang ako ang swerte sa’yo nakakainis pwede bang swerte ka rin sa akin hahahaha ang nfdhfudsbfdsbf mo nakakabobo ka bakit ganoooooooooooon!!

Stars

jayarrarr:

We lay on the dock that night, summer-skinned legs dangling off the edge, toes tickling the surface tension of the water below. We were young and free and our skin was sandy and brown, hair bleached by the sun and salted by the surf. I said I wished I’d paid attention in astronomy class, that I wished I knew all the constellations.

“Why?” he asked.

“It would be comforting, I suppose. The sky is like one big book spread open for us to read, and every constellation is a story.”

He was silent for a moment and then I felt his hand brush a wisp of hair off my face. “I don’t need to crowd my mind with all those stories,” he said. “I can make up my own. Every star is a story. Pick one, and tell it.”

I pointed up to the brightest star. “That one,” I said. “What’s that one’s story?”

He thought for a moment, and I slid over closer to his side, our feet brushing each other as they dangled off the dock. “That’s probably the most important story in the sky,” he said. “It’s the story of a beautiful gypsy princess and a pirate who fell in love one summer night. They talked the sun up, swapping stories of their adventures. The next day the pirate had to sail away or risk being captured, and the gypsy princess continued on her travels, and they never saw each other again.”

“That’s not a very good story,” I pouted. “I hate the ending.”

He entwined his left leg around my right and pulled towards him, sliding me over still closer to him. Less than an inch away from my face, he smiled. “You could rewrite it, you know,” he whispered.

I looked up at the stars but never responded, because I knew what he said wasn’t possible. I also knew two other things: I knew that I had fallen in love with him, and I knew that I would never see him again.

That star was billions of light-years away, and died out long ago.

(Source: darlakells)

Yung tipong tumitingin ka ng blogs tapos di mo na alam kung saan nanggagaling yung mga naririnig mong kanta tapos natataranta ka kasi ang ingay hindi dahil sa heavy metal o kaya post-hardcore kasi kung ganun tuwang-tuwa pa ako kasi type ko yung ganun na genre kundi dahil wala ka nang ibang naririnig kundi “Let’s have sex sex sex all night sex sex sex I wanna ek ek chervalu your pussy sex sex sex sex all night blah blah.” Kingina

dakilangpalengkera:

Li li li li ligo. Po-po-po-po-powder. Co-co-co-co-cologne. La la laro forever. *Sana ako nalang nilagay nila sa Commercial ng Johnsons* -HAHAHA!

TUWANG-TUWA AKO TONGONOOOOOO. HAHAHAHAHAHA

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(Source: mahalkosierica)

Mas mahirap maging bunso.

Loljk. Mahirap maging panganay pero kapag lumaki na kayo, mas mahirap maging bunso. Gets mo? Lahat ng pressure nasa bunso. Kasi kung panganay ka, sinong nanenermon sayo? Magulang mo lang dba? E kapag bunso ka, sinong nanenermon sayo? Buong pamilya mo kaya! Pati mga kapatid mo sesermunan ka. Lalo na pag malaki na kayo. Yung tipong ikaw nalang yung nag-aaral. Andun yung pressure kasi dapat, makapagtapos ka rin. Makapagtapos ka rin ng pag-aaral tulad nila. Tapos dagdag pa yung pressure dahil sobrang talino nila na grumaduate sila ng college ng wala man lang bagsak at ang taas pa ng grades nila kaya nakaka-pressure kasi kahit iisa lang naman kayo ng lahi, nakaka-pressure nga kasi kapag bunso ka!!