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“Stolen Shots.”
Mga larawang masaya,
Mga matang parang may kislap ng mga tala,
Mga labing umaabot hanggang tenga,
Mga sandaling hinihiling na ang oras ay tumigil muna.
Mga nakaw na sandali,
Walang mintis, walang pasubali.
Mga hiram na pagkakataon,
Mga ala-alang tinangay na ng rumaragasang alon.
Sa bawat panahon na kasama ka,
Saya,tuwa, galak, wala nang hahanapin pa.
Sa bawat pagtama ng mga mata,
Hinding hindi na mawawalay sa'yo, sinta.
Mga kuhang hindi natin alam at kontrolado,
Makikitang masaya ako, yun ang sigurado.
Hindi ko na hinihiling na dapat ay maramdaman mo rin,
Basta’t ika'y nariyan katabi sa aking piling.
Katulad sa mga litratong hindi tayo nakatingin,
Ang puso kong bumubulong na sana kahit saglit, ako'y mapansin.
Katulad sa mga litratong nagtatama ang mga bisig,
Ay ang puso kong pinipigilang humiyaw sa sobrang lakas ng pintig.
Habang pinagmamasdan ang mga larawang minadali,
Minsa'y napapaisip, sana'y meron na lang itong tali.
Tali na magdudugtong at magbubuklod sa mga ala-ala at hindi na mawawala pa.
Mga ala-alang sana hindi lang doon masaya,
At hinihiling ng pusong munti, na sana kahit isang beses,
Maisip mo rin na ika'y masaya at sa piling ko'y hindi na lilisan pa.
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She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.
Nikita Gill (via quotemadness)
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Affirmations To Create Self Love. (body, mind & spirit)
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I’m not for everyone. I’m barely for me.
Marc Maron (via quotemadness)
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I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.
Warsan Shire (via quotemadness)
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Sometimes I wish I hadn’t paid such close attention to you. Yes, that’s it.
It’s not that I wish I could forget you or have never met you. I just wish I didn’t remember the small details. Like, the fact you take two sugars in your tea. Or that you butter the bread before you put it in the toaster. Or you always go to sleep lying on your left hand side but at some point in the night you’d turn over and wrap your arm around my middle.
Because it’s the little things that catch you unawares. And I’m sorry darling, but I don’t want to think of you every time I brew the kettle.
It’s not even that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t handle it
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