Filthy Forty #15

you call it disgusting, i say it's interesting

Langit

"Tumingin ka sa mga ulap, kay ganda ng langit"
"Hindi yan langit, hangganan lang yan ng natatanaw ng ating mga mata...

ang langit ay nasa puso ng tao"

I'll tell you about my first love

I remember....I remember the feeling, I remember there was no fear in my heart of something going wrong, because to me fairy tales could happen and to me that was the case and it would be forever. I remember that I felt like I could conquer the world with him by my side, and I went against all the world... but as all good things do, it ended....and that empowering feeling ended with it.

I guess Adrianapreta knows
what's on my mind,
or what's on my heart,
or something like that.

growing young

I just turned 21 and I feel like I am getting too old for certain things.

But I am not too old for words.
I like to string words together if for no other reason than because they sound pretty.

I am not too old for wine in paper cups and an unremembered night every once in a while.
I am not too old to believe in 11:11 or peter pan and to be wowed by the glitter of stars.
I am not too old to read books under my covers with a flashlight,
not too old to stare off into space and dream of the things yet to come.

I’m not too old to get out of here.

Next I am going to take off, write letters back home on paper napkins, make mistakes,
exchange a thousand awkward words with people I have never met, do things I have never done
on my own before.

I may fail miserably time after time…but even if I ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ █ up,
I will never ever give up.

reblogged from bless-your-cotton-socks, edited then posted.