It’s not like you don’t know how to stop. You just keep going because it’s harder to start over again. The more you procrastinate and put things off, the harder it is for you to leave the comfort of your misery. It’s not like you don’t know how to stop. Everyday, you stay outside a … Continue reading wait, pause
“Ay Lunes pala????” I often forget the days of the week. Is it because everyday somehow feels the same anyway? Since living is just that; we wake up, do what we have to do, create routines and then break them, try to find peace just to carry out chaos. Living is just that. Staying in … Continue reading why do we choose to hold it together than to break?
I can't remember exactly when it started. I woke up one day to a very noisy and chaotic group chat on X. The people in there? Some friends I've known through 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER and some from the cupsleeve events we had at KOHI for the members of SEVENTEEN. In that group chat, they … Continue reading the impending tomorrows
Some days still feel like time is standing still. Other days, the hands of the clock seem to lose control of its own speed, its own rhythm. Some days still feel like time is not enough to finish all the tasks. Other days, every hour, every minute is all a little too much, a little … Continue reading to you who didn’t let go of my hands when i wanted to die
Dear Universe, I think I have you to thank for the mental capacity that I still have. 'Cause what do you mean you keep throwing shits at me but I'm still here??? Seriously, after hearing the story of [....], I don't know how I ended up fine somehow. I mean, I have my own patterns … Continue reading this is how i talk to the universe sometimes :p
Oftentimes, I put myself inside an aquarium– The safest place to hide; to drown. Why do I do that? Isn't it lonely? It's okay, the glass breaks, anyway. And in those rare moments when it does, I see how beautiful caustic lights are. I touch it like how I'd hold life in my hands– I … Continue reading poetry | catharsis
We met in summer, when the trees sparkled exquisitely in green and the skies were clear. You were smiling when you told me your favorite color was blue. But as we watched the cloudless sky, you whispered, “It looks empty and sad.” I saw how it reflected in your eyes. Your moods fainted and crumpled … Continue reading backmasking | can i still hold your hand?
Salamat sa batok. 😂 I used to 'consider' myself as a writer. I blog. I write editorial pieces for other people. I submit articles to Thought Catalog. I post poems and prose. Until I couldn't. Sobrang draining din naman kasi talaga magsulat. It really drains you at some point. So, when I stopped writing, creating, … Continue reading happy 100k! ♡
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