oblivionstreet:

"How are you?"

His eyebrows raised as he heard it. It was an odd question, mainly because he doesn’t get asked that often. The last time he was asked with the same question was when he was on his way to the bookstore and he slipped on the wet pavement of the road. It hurt like hell, but when the security officer asked, he said he was okay. He later regret the book he bought that day.

It’s funny though, because a lot of people call him smart, like, book smart. They say that he knows the answer to everything like the square root of whatever number you can give or the sum of all the thing a person can do for someone; the distance of the sun to the earth or how far can someone be even if they’re inches away from you or even the most useless things nobody even care if they know like the term for the smell of someone’s perfume when they leave, or what you call the feeling when you’re about to say something but you forgot it, or what you call the hard stick at the end of a shoelace.

He knows a lot of things— how to comfort someone when they’re crying; what to and what not to say when someone’s emotionally vulnerable or what to do when someone’s obviously lying to you. But the thought of asking himself if he’s okay didn’t come to mind.

The reason, most likely why, is because he was raised in a home where being okay is a must. His parents never took notice if he was doing fine because they know he was an independent kid and most of the time he was buried in books, thinking he got everything managed. He grew having friends having the mindset that he’s always okay, that all he cares about are his grades and being on top or getting everything in the right place. He’s not in the right place.

That moment was the only time when someone asked him and he thought of the answer.

"Hmmm."

He sniff, blew a deep sigh and then smiled. That’s what he always do when he’s either about to tell a lie or has nothing much to say.

He tried but no words came out of his mouth.

He laughed as he was shaking his head. Everything was an utter disappointment.

Tears were falling down.

Hey there M’aiq, mommy loves you <3

Hey there M’aiq, mommy loves you <3

Hey there little Luna :)

Hey there little Luna :)

KABIT KA? ›

pilyangmalambing:

Masaya ka ba na nakikihati lang? Masaya ka ba na mag-antay sa kanya na makatakas mula sa gf o asawa nya? Haha masaya ka bang dahil sayo may isang babaeng nagmumukang tanga sa kaaantay ng mahal nya na akala nya busy sa trabaho at kung anu pang mahalagang bagay? Masaya ka ba na habang magkasama…

So what, you expect happiness to just come tumbling down into your arms? You think it’s that easy to actually feel great once in a while? Well, no, you’re wrong. Life isn’t always that easy. It fucks you up in ways that even experts would say impossible. There isn’t always a rainbow after the rain. Sometimes the clouds don’t clear up. Perhaps the wheel stopped rolling, the world stopped spinning, and you find yourself stuck in that one place where only you can save yourself, but you find out you can’t move and you can’t get away, and it messes you up so fucking bad. That’s life.

"Fabulous XD"

yes, someone who naturally emits sparkles and rainbows without any given effort lol like you.”

#ACK  
❝ I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore. ❞

— (via chanel-cigaretttes)

I love you, but please,
don’t expect me
to look straight in your eyes.
Instead, I’ll watch your lips
purse and twitch
showing a playful smirk
as I listen to the quiet sigh
you exhale out your nose.
Don’t expect me to keep
my eyes locked on yours,
for I’ll be busy studying
the way you run your fingers
through your hair
and wonder what it smells like
(I’ve been choosing between
pomegranate and apricot,
and I bet you smell as sweet as they do).

You can never catch me looking at you.
Instead, you’ll find yourself wondering
why I scrutinizingly stare at your neck;
watching it perspire; waiting for you
to wipe the sweat off.

I love it like I’d rather
watch your jaws

drop with amazement,

and the way you clench them

when you get mad.

I love you, but please,
don’t expect me to feed
your beautiful, hungry eyes
with mine looking back.
I’d rather look at them closed at 3 a.m.
whenever my eyes ache to stare
at your beauty, and listen
to the beat of your heart
within the dawn’s serenity.

I love you, but please,
don’t expect my eyes
to always meet yours.
I’d rather burn my skin,
than to melt my soul
with your fervent gazes.

I’m sorry. I just can’t help it. (via callowaine)

❝ You speak of how she
has captured your fickle heart-
tell me, how did she? ❞

— acds

❝ it was never clear
how you had never loved me
but it had seemed so. ❞

— acds

❝ But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. I go to bed early and rise late and feel as if I have hardly slept. ❞

— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via petrichour)

❝ A tired that sleep won’t fix. ❞

— Six word story ▬ wreckers (via wreckers)