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today i saw you cried out of happiness. we were in a bookstore laughing our ass off because i was reading this japanese book with my horrible japanese accent. we were laughing because earlier we were playing counter strike and there's this japanese player who speaks out of anger in their language everytime he dies in game. inside joke. god, i love seeing you like that. you look so utterly happy it makes my heart swell out of happiness too. your happiness is my happiness. i love you so much.

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last week, we went to tagaytay for the weekend. just the two of us. it was a short, spontaneous trip but its probably the highlight of my month. i’m looking forward to more adventures with him, so i can say that this won’t be the last.

while we’re away i got the chance to really know him more. he surprise me still. i’m still learning him. learning what he wants, what makes him laugh, what makes him angry, what makes him vulnerable. and i’m glad to witness that. i can’t explain to you how happy he makes me. i always feel like a 3 year old kid with my favorite candy when i’m with him. i feel safe, at peace & loved. he makes me feel things i haven’t felt before. he accept me for who i am and what i have to offer. he treats me like a princess and always make sure that i’m good. his eyes still light up like he just won the biggest jackpot in the world everytime he see me walking across the street towards him after he waited for 4 hours because i’m always late. he still gives me butterflies and makes me feel like he’s still trying to win me. and that’s when i realized that damn, this guy really loves me and i must really be in love with this guy.

now this is how love feels like. i’ve waited years for this. had so many heartbreaks before this, but i must say, he’s hella worth the wait.

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Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.

(via difficult)

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But, you know, that’s also the hard part. Growing without growing apart. Or changing without it scaring the other person.

Her (2013), Dir. Spike Jonze (via wnq-movies)

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Tell me what you think at night Your biggest fears and deepest dreams All the compelling questions That burn in your mind Before you fall asleep Tell me who you were when you were six Seven Eight And nine Tell me about the time when you were eleven And how it made you cry Tell me about the two story house The place that you called home Tell me what yearning for freedom was like To make a place you know To become one that you had known Tell me about your twin sized bed And the sound of your morning alarm Tell me about your childhood Back to the day your mother first held you in her arms Tell me about first day fears and clocks that moved too slow Tell me how life seems to be moving too quickly Because freedom sometimes Can make you feel alone Tell me when you aced a test you didn’t study for And failed one you tried so hard to ace Tell me about your accomplishments Or moments you wish you could replace Tell me about your favorite songs The unforgotten melodies Tell me how the seem to coexist With your best and worst memories Tell me the name of the first person you loved Or the first person to tell you “I love you.” How it felt like the most important combination of words Until you say “I do.” Tell me about your lessons And what you learned from them Tell me about your blessings And why you’re thankful for them Tell me about the first time you saw beauty in the word And society and its ugliness Tell me how they seem so similar Because they came from innocence Tell me how hard it is To realize your life isn’t what you expected it to be Tell me how your expectations Compare to the bittersweet reality Tell me the stories you love to tell Whenever you’re reminiscing Tell me the ones you don’t dare to share Because I’m here to listen Tell me what you think at night Your biggest fears and deepest dreams Tell me about the name that resonates in your mind Before you’re fast asleep Because for me It’s yours.

I want to know you better (via therestofpage20)

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3 types of self soothing thoughts 

Validation: it’s ok that I hurt and want to feel better

Reassurance: I can handle this pain even though it hurts 

Perspective taking: I’ve had bad days like this before and I’ve made it through them. I can remember my better days and know I’m not always hurting this much 

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hello depression, hello anxiety. we meet again.

i thought i was over you guys since you haven’t visit in the past few months. well maybe i was wrong coz here you are again knocking at my door, trying to convince me to let you in again. this time you brought a friend. funny part is i let you guys in, let you crash for a night or two or for weeks. who knows?

i haven’t felt this empty yet heavy feeling in a while. i’ve been very happy so i thought i have overcome my anxiety and depression but here i am having a breakdown at 2am. fuck my life. the world is too big for me. so many problems to think about. all at once. i hate myself.

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I want to get away. I want to ride a bus for hours and just listen to my favorite songs. I want to inhale fresh breeze and see trees and flowers. I want to dip my toes in the sea shore and dance with the waves. I want to walk and count how many foot steps I would leave on the fine sand. I want to witness the sunset and wait for the sky to turn into bright orange. I want to stare how the ocean slowly drown the sun. I want the cold wind hug me and make my hair messy. I want to be alone with a beautiful scenery and forget what’s going on in the city. I want a break from everything. Let me experience something I never did. Let my mind and soul rest. Please, let me.

// 5-30-‘16, 10:02pm (via chasinqeuphoria)

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“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”

 Lisa Unger (via naturaekos)

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be done. with dreaming your love spelled only inside a parenthesis. be done. with the guessing games of those who shame you your messes.

Scherezade Siobhan, Be Done ( Published in Thought Catalog)

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線路は続く

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And as much as I wanted to write, I wanted to be written about too.

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