springing forth

Like the tide, I rise and fall—more often than you'll ever know.

The real world is in a much darker and deeper place than this, and most of it is occupied by jellyfish and things. We just happen to forget all that. Don’t you agree?
Two-thirds of earth’s surface is ocean, and all we can see with the naked eye is the surface: the skin.
—Haruki Murakami, "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle"

No Conti’s cake, no toasts of wine, nor that happy birthday song—just a feeling of complacency, not expecting more, which made the day just fine.

The family went out on a Sunday to celebrate another year of my existence. We ate at 8 Cuts in Rockwell and then grabbed some tickets and watched a film that has surprisingly made me cry in a way I couldn’t have imagined. Although my favorite moment was while we were eating because there was a Yamaha grand piano displayed in the middle, where all the passersby could see. Then there was this old man who sat on the piano chair and began playing some classics. God, he was so talented and full of passion, touching the keys with grace. He could even play them without looking, like all he ever did in his life was play the piano and make people awestruck by the sounds he makes. What I truly like about this man is that he seems to be so happy with what he’s doing. And I think that’s an important element to consider in doing things—you gotta do the things you love, you gotta do the thing that makes you happy. He deserved our applause and our widest smiles for making us happy through his joyful sounds.

We went to the cinema and left him playing a sway music while all the other people stood there, watching him be. I verily took that moment as a gift. And so, happy seventeenth to me. I’m one step closer to being legal but also another step closer to death. 

I’d rather be with a few ‘real’ friends than have a lot of ‘fake’ ones—like you—who turn their backs and leave when they find someone new. Of all the people you’ve left behind, ignored, and treated like shit for the sake of gaining high-rated beings and popularity, I know that they deserve better than that. We deserve better than you.

Anonymous asks: Happy birthday my dear soul sisturr! Miss na kita. Sobraa. Ingat ka lagi jan. God bless you. Xoxo :* lotsaluv, Shannine.

Shan Kingston!!! Huhuhu. Thanks so much, soul sister. O giliw ko, miss na miss kita. Magkikita tayo sa October, alright? Lotsaluv. :)

sheenammonbread asks: Aerrrylll. I hope you are having a good day! Keep safe okay? Lots of love.

Not entirely a good one but I did pretty well in Math today so I guess it’ll suffice. Thanks, sheenammonbread! :)

Scared to death of showing;
I’ll die without you
—Concealed Feelings

It’s alarming how I always tend to be forgetful. I forget to pay the bills on time. I forget to take meds. I forget to prepare my reports. I forget to call someone back when I promised them I would. I forget to reply to an email I’ve read twice or thrice. I forget to do certain tasks, unless I jot them all down. And just today, I unconsciously left my phone charging in the classroom. I only remembered it by the time I was at the station, waiting for the train’s arrival. Thought to myself how stupid I am for letting these things slip from my memory. Funny, though, how I can’t pass a day without remembering you but forget all these little things that require more of my attention. I hate it, being disturbed by thoughts of you all the time. I want to make room for things that keep me going on through my daily life.

dear hands: i get it. you like writing poetry. but you can’t bring a metaphor to a gun fight.
—Rudy Francisco

(Source: lipstickedstains)

Well, look who jumped into my bed today (and caught me by surprise)! Never thought this cat could be an amazing senti model. Thanks for hanging around despite my irritability (ugh, PMS), mate.

A band on

I fell
way down,
got all bruised;

away with
such misuse

Scars were
born, high
hopes— torn

I walk
around only
to feel forlorn

They do not know
how much pain
was built—

some people find it
easy to live a life
of guilt