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She’s prettier than me lol

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On-going art of a famous Filipino Wattpad writer, Maxine Lat Calibuso.

Follow Facebook page Brae_zaffjd, Twitter and Instagram Maxine Lat Calibuso.

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Charmy Pappitson by Brae_zaffjd ya’lls!💖

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Let’s give our support to this blooming artist and her new Facebook page😍💖

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How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

Nina LaCour // Hold Still (via qvotable)

Absolutely more amzing if that someone puts up with you to listen everything tirelessly and especially about the books and all the ideas that’s never been into words before

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Nerdy Math Poem❣

Aren’t You A Little Too Old For Birthdays???

It’s funny

Because hyphens

Subtract numbers, yet add words

*Swings sword sing-songily*

*Shakes shoulders, haughtily*

A year later

And I’m still writing nerdy maths poems

Nothing’s changed

Except we’ve gone around the sun and come back again, alone

Try to dig my heels in

Prevent the deletions

Bring you back

Remove the spaces

To clip us at the hip

Unless I was just another number

Nothing hardly changes anything

When what you want

Is 9,246 miles away

______________________________

Maureen Armstrong @haikkun

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It is only once in a while that you see someone whose electricity and presence matches yours at that moment.

Charles Bukowski / Once in a while (via bnmxfld)

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When you are not here… my heartbeat slows down and long, the hours are done breaking me,                      - what fragile glass !-

When you are not here… the sun sets in its dawn and even the stars, “cry” full of ethereal anxiety.

When you are not here… my reasons collapse up steep steps to make me, - mineral ! -

When you are not here… my feeling has no channel and my rivers are disasters that goes to the sea ! -.

When you are not here… clocks pierce me which sword of Damocles nailed,               - on my spine ! -.

When you are not here… colors fade on the canvas of flowers and everything is,                   - deep darkness ! -

When you are not here… silence makes noise and fills me with vestiges of your longed for eternity ! -

When you are not here… the drifts confuse me from the promised land that vanish, - without ceasing ! -

                   - Ousía Poética (cc)

Cuando tú no estás… mis latidos se aminoran y largas, se hacen las horas rompiéndome,                - cual frágil cristal !-

Cuando tú no estás… el sol se oculta en su aurora y hasta las estrellas, “lloran” llenas de etérea ansiedad.

Cuando tú no estás… se desploman mis razones por empinados escalones hasta hacerme, - mineral ! -

Cuando tú no estás… mi sentir no tiene cauce y mis ríos, son desastres que van a parar al mar !-

Cuando tú no estás... me atraviesan los relojes cual espada de Damocles clavada,          - en mi espina dorsal ! -

Cuando tú no estás… se apagan los colores en el lienzo de las flores y todo es,            - honda oscuridad !-

Cuando tú no estás… el silencio se hace ruido y me llena de vestigios de tu ansiada eternidad ! -

Cuando tú no estás… me confunden las derivas de la tierra prometida que se esfuman, - sin cesar ! -

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Like, share and follow Miss A 💜💕

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Charmy Pappitson

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Bernadette of Soubirous by Jade💙

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Credits to the artist: Jade

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10 posts!

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On my first day😍❤💜🤍💕 I’m loving this Duolingo 

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“One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her walls.”

A Thousand Splendid Suns 

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It would flood her, steal her breath. But then it would pass. The moment would pass. Leave her deflated, feeling nothing but a vague restlessness. She decided that he had said Am I hurting you? Yes. That was it. Laila was happy that she’d remembered.

A Thousand Splendid Suns

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"Loneliness"

~What had I gotten myself into?

I stood there, waiting for my eyes to adjust, but they didn’t. Maybe it wasn’t even dark at all: maybe it was just like outer space, where it’s only dark because there’s nothing to see.

I was alone.

I had been lonely a lot in my life—enough to know that there are different kinds of lonely. There’s the lonely I had felt at school, surrounded by people who only paid attention to me long enough to remind me that they didn’t like me. There was the lonely I felt when I was with my mother, which was different from the lonely that I felt when I watched her leaving just before the tornado hit, and different from the lonely that I felt when my trailer was being whisked away from everything I’d ever known.

Then there was the bottomless loneliness that I’d felt in Dorothy’s sick, white dungeon, the kind of loneliness that had made me feel like I was running through an endless maze. Standing there in the dark, it was like all those alones had just been tiny, interlocking pieces of a picture so big that you could only see the whole thing from a mile away. Now it was clear: I had nothing except myself. No matter what happened, it would always be that way~

~AmyGumm