words, numbers
      exams, reviews
put your knowledge
      all to good use

read, study
      study and study
this will become
       your newest hobby

fail or pass
      pass or fail
there is no in-between
      only one will prevail

this is your cycle
       everyday
you’ll thank God it’s
       a Sunday

sleepless nights

flickering eyes

welcome to

               my college life.

posted 3 days ago with 3 notes
#personal   #thoughts   #writings   #college   #poem   #poetry   #lit  

"When I first saw you
I fell in love
And you smiled
Because you knew”

And felt the same.

Kakaloka wala akong ibang magawa eh kasi na LSS ayun para mawala sa utak hahahaha eto girl makinig ka ng mabuti hahahahahahaha kaya ko. I miss you, btw. 

He’s being too attached I swear I can’t even get a sip of my drink.

posted 2 weeks ago with 5 notes

homosocks:

shout out to the people who never unfollow me for some reason even when i never post anything relevant to their interests

Me, too.

Really, I do. Even if I deny it a lot, maybe too often. But yeah, I don’t mean that. Please remember that I never do. It’s just.. denying it is like a reflex response, I dunno. 

But deep down, 

I love you like I don’t want to love anybody else anymore. I mean you’re there, you’re finally there. You perfect little thing you. I have waited for you for so long (unconsciously I guess because I never wanted anybody the universe just insisted and then conspired to help me find you) and then you arrive and all the mess that I am is gone.You’re literally one of the best things that has happened to me. So yeah.

I love you, too.

So much.

I’m losing myself.

Little by little I am dying. Not physically, even with my diminishing health powers. No. Parts of me are fading, slowly sinking into the bottomless pit of oblivion. Knowing myself so completely, it was easy to notice. Notice how I don’t do the things I used to do back home anymore. Notice how different I was becoming in here. Notice how I was not feeling like myself anymore. Change is constant, I know that. But sensing the change that is happening? Being aware of it? It’s different. I feel like being skinned alive with the detailed process entirely grand and magnified. I can feel every strand of hair that is pulled out of my arm. Every nail chipped out. Every wound opened. Every layer of skin peeled away from me.

I am not myself anymore. 

I am falling apart.

posted 3 weeks ago with 7 notes
#writings   #personal   #2am thoughts   #spilledink   #lit   #thoughts   #prose   #help  

http://thediaryofayounglady.tumblr.com/post/90243719148/to-the-writer-in-me-that-has-died-remember →

thediaryofayounglady:

To the writer in me that has died:

Remember, words are only something borrowed. We always take something from their appointed places but we return them in place at the end of the day. Yes, and like the egg-chicken legend, we sometimes wonder what went first in the sequence of events: the death…

  • me: is it weird to talk to yourself?
  • me: no
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