December 2011
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i remember when the stars would tell the sun how strange it is, to be the same...
– (via pandorassea)
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Anonymous asked: Can you post a picture of yourself please?
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inkycherie asked: It was nice to have finally met you! Although super fast lang, and I was craving for bananacue, it was still good seeing a Tumblr friend in person & sharing hellos and a few shy smiles :)
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pseudoperfection replied to your photo
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Kuya Glenn! When you go here, visit Oh My Gulay (Vocas). I’m sure you’ll love it there! If I’m still here, I’ll personally bring you there. ^^
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The 19th of December 2011
Dear life, can you get any better than today? Because I would want nothing more than to be like the waves crashing on the same shore over and over and over again. To wake up to the same sunlight under the same sky. Smile at the same faces and laugh at the same lame jokes. And I couldn’t think of words that better describe today except that it was, it is, and it always will be an epitome of...
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Stupefied
Everything was suddenly set into motion and yet every single thought, every single emotion, every damn thing was trapped in amber; including me.
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Dear Tumblr, you make me feel like an astronaut!
surferdude182:
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Oh, look at you lot. You’re all so vacant. Is it nice not being me? It...
– Sherlock Holmes, BBC’s Sherlock
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inkytakespictures:
HARANA.PH Entertainment launches to produce country’s awesome untapped talents. Watch out for INKY this 2012!
Behind the scenes of the My Dear recording :)
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4,320 Minutes Later
The Sandman began to creep in through the open window and sat on the chair facing the bedside table where light barely came in illuminating some of the dark rims under his eyes. He whispers stories of slumber with words that cradled her thoughts somewhere out of that window, somewhere no one can find her. Then, once again, the promise of drifting away, a means of escape to this borderline life.
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Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for...
– Miranda July (via untitledfragment)
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But you wouldn’t be overthinking things if people aren’t giving you a reason to...
– Inky (via crazymiddlechild)
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I miss, oh how I miss, something that rhymes with...
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Lunar eclipse hiding inside a blanket of clouds....
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I have a very crappy film scanned today! There...
(ノ `Д´)ノ~┻━┻
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The Misanthrope: Disposable Reality
I have just recognized the reality that, just as I have deemed every single current relationship I have as ‘for my personal disposal’ and ‘of least significant value’, it might just be the exact depiction of what my life is currently devolving into: ‘disposable’ and ‘insignificant’. But the recognition would automatically imply a counter measure, a retaliation, anything to be more than what the...
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Twenty Four Seven
I love you like how I love the setting sun. How she kisses the cool gray earth goodbye gently as it entertains darkness, to conquer what is hers and then… she’s nowhere to be found. How she leaves light and how it is remembered through the moon and stars. Eventually, she finds her way back. I love you like how I love the sunrise. How once again, she is one with the earth she loves.
Sweet...
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But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.
– Dave Eggers, What is the What (via pavorst)
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violent femme: wild nothings, wild somethings →
likelava:
This is what I’ve always known. The things that burn up in a moment and we never touch them again because they don’t make any sense. Like laying in your bed in just the right way for you to kiss me but before you can I’m already turning my head slightly and smiling suspiciously because it could have happened and it would have been perfect. But now it’s too late. …
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I don’t want to be the one asking you by the end of the day how your day went....
– The Strangest Stranger discovers its fear of heights and dependency.
d-daisydoom asked: just want to say that i love you. :)
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