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dopejackass · 4 years
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dopejackass · 4 years
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let me in.
“When I think about it, I have no idea who you are, but that’s not important, what matters is that we care about each other.” - José Saramago, Death with Interruptions
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dopejackass · 4 years
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if i fail, please dont message me. i dont think i'll be needing anyone's comfort. let me have my moment of self-loathing.
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dopejackass · 4 years
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people will always do something even if it's against your will, because they also have their own beliefs and standards. you can be accepting of it, if not, tolerating of it. you can always allow something without ever accepting it. just let it be.
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dopejackass · 4 years
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mahal ko,
i want you to know that i'll love you in our happiest times, when peace and contentment fill our hearts and even when we can't seem to figure out where we are in confusing moments in life. i want you to know that i'll love you on our brightest and darkest days, in our most talkative moments and our most quiet ones. i'll love you on days when life is easy as breathing, harder on days when we find it complicated to get up and live, hardest on days when we don't understand anything and we just feel like surrendering everything.
i'll love you boundless of hardships, beyond any uncertainty, without a shadow of a doubt.
always
always
always,
tinatangi.
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dopejackass · 4 years
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tangina, foul yon.
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dopejackass · 4 years
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he's not sweet. that's for sure, but to me, he's all other good things.
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dopejackass · 4 years
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whenever i feel like getting anxious, i always focus on my breathing and i swear it helps a lot. sometimes you don't have to fight big wars, take a deep breath and just let things fall on its rightful places.
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dopejackass · 4 years
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alam mo yan. lagi't lagi, mahal ko.
“I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.”
— Ernest Hemingway
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dopejackass · 4 years
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you have me. always had. always will.
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dopejackass · 4 years
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i have a lot of things i wanted to talk about with you. i wanted to spend my nights hearing your voice on the phone. i wanted to make up for the upcoming days we would be missing again once this pandemic is over.
i know after this, we would go back to our busy lives. i guess, being in a state of quarantine has its pros and cons. i wanted to use the time for us to catch up with almost everything between us.
god, how i miss you.
we would barely have time for each other when everything is back to normal. but, right now, none of those things that i wanted to talk about are what you actually need.
i know you. you love solitude.
so when i say that i love you, it also equates to loving what you love if it's doing you good - and solitude is a big part of that.
i understand your slow replies and constant distance.
my silent presence and warmth are what i can only give for now.
take your time, mahal ko.
• tng.
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dopejackass · 5 years
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it's you or it's no one.
“Nakakapagod ng magmahal pero bakit hindi ko kayang mawala ka?”
— @ihuhugotkonalang
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dopejackass · 5 years
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dopejackass · 5 years
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“You are so beautiful that the sunrises asked for the mornings back..”
My mornings consist of loving you as soon as my eyes rise to your smile - eUe
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dopejackass · 5 years
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maybe, we say we love someone because:
a. we really want them to know that they are special and important to us, that they are as necessary as breathing.
b. we want to make ourselves feel pleased by doing a favor of making someone feel good about themselves.
c. not really sure
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dopejackass · 5 years
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turtles! 🐢
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dopejackass · 5 years
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I think about losing you too much. It’s become such a bad babit that sometimes I want to walk away because maybe I’ll have some piece of mind knowing that I buried us alive. But every time we’re together I look at how perfect you are. But then I look at your eyes and I see a cathedral I can’t see myself inside. I want to imagine someone like you loving someone like me. But my hands are always cold and uninviting and yours are always warm and I just don’t want to make you suffer.
- Alexa Evangelista, the book I’ll never finish writing
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