I’m giving up on making passes..
I’m giving up on Half empty glasses..
I’m giving up on greener grasses..
I’m giving up On You.
I’m giving up on making passes..
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my. Come on skinny love just last the year. This day is gonna be lovely! Good Morning! #skinnylove #bonivler #birdy #music #love #lyrics #song #morning #sweet #couple #tumblr #notinlucidinterval
The Comforting Cold in Your Fire
I woke up from a dream, catching my breath, heart pounding rapidly, and sweating because of the summer heat yet inside I feel cold. I tried to recall what was the dream, Did I die, was I running from something, or was I chasing something. Then opened my eyes, I saw you beside me, with your lovely eyes, and that worried stare you’re giving me. You can’t lie, those angelic face can’t lie, you care(d). You looked closer to my eyes, not saying a word but your communicating eyes were screaming, asking what was wrong. Again you can’t lie, those angelic eyes can’t lie, you care(d). Then I held your face, while staring at your eyes suddenly we were in trance.
We are now in a dark and empty highway, sharing a black umbrella in the middle of an angry storm. Two lovers so passionately engrossed, comfortable despite the cold, because of the warm love. The angry rain pouring down upon us but we never noticed any anger in the world, it’s just US, It’s just Love. We recalled those moments when we would talk about the universe and anything in it, but we feel like we were the only ones in our own universe.
Then I held on your face again, as the water pours down on it, i just stared at you, your skin radiating like sunshine. Your hair and the sweet scent coming from it, everything still feels so real. I told myself how special i am, God must be really thinking about me when he made you. I was really lucky to have an Angel for a lover. I moved my face towards you so i could kiss you, but before our lips touched, you turned into water. I was all alone in the angry storm, then in trance again.
Then we’re now back in 1803, not a year but a room. We we’re in bed, i was pretending to like eating fruits and vegetable and drinking milk tea with you, because that’s what you we’re craving for that night. Then you stood up, went to the balcony, spread those angel’s wings. You said you want to fly, go to Australia or Japan, live several kind of lives in one lifetime, you said you don’t want to be stuck with the now. Too bad I can’t fly yet, i’m stuck finishing a work called law school that might give me the wings to fly. But you still want to fly. I got frightened, the thought of not having you with me scared the hell out of me. So i pulled those wings of yours, and hugged you tight, so tight you almost choked, I don’t want to lose you. But you struggled, got angry; the angel suddenly in flames now. But in that struggling you fell, no! I pushed you. i’m not sure, everything got blurred, your flames burned my eyes and my thoughts. You fell from the eighteenth floor. I’m still burning, my eyes still burning, so I rushed to the bathroom to extinguish the fire. The fire won’t die so i threw myself in the bathtub. I Didn’t realize i was drowning, then i was in trance again.
Then I woke up, catching my breath, heart pounding rapidly, and sweating because of the summer heat yet inside I feel cold. I opened my eyes, but this time there was no you, no rain, no love.
I’m here now striking on the keyboard, trying to form words. I’m writing again ‘coz i might not remember the feeling anymore. ‘coz i have no one to talk to. I’m writing ‘coz…..i don’t know, and because i’m afraid to let go, but i might, or might not. I don’t know. I’m writing ‘coz i want to feel if you’re still there. I can already feel that I’m exhausting myself. I’m exhausting the love that I feel for you. I’m squeezing it out. I’m giving it all to you. So that soon, one day, there will be nothing left but a smile.
"Lose the battle, win the war", a short but heavy line from a song of one of my favorite band. These are my battle scars. I rarely pass San Beda’s midterm exams. It’s because they’re effin harder than the Bar exams! I also did not have the most stellar recitations in class. But I never give up, I fight hard up to the time I submit my finals booklet, and tomorrow I will march wearing the red toga again but this time with the purple tassel. To those still struggling in Law School, don’t let failures bring you down, use these mistakes to fuel you to fight harder. Always believe in yourself. Never Lose Hope. Never Give Up. #WeBestLearnFromOurMistakes #ImProudOfMyBattleScars #Now #Paramore #song #music #lyrics #lawschool #war #battle #scars #victory
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I’ve seen a lot of this on tumblr today. And now it’s playing on the background. #WalangHugotPromise #thescript #manwhocantbemoved #song #lyrics #music