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Nais kong lumingon hindi para bumalik, kundi ay masilayan kung gaano na kalayo ang aking narating.
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Did another digital art using Procreate on my iPad Air 5.
The puppy is my friend’s Dachshund. Her name is Truffle.
I’m still struggling how to shade and highlight but I see improvement. Let me know what you guys think!
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Used my nephews photo as a reference. Trying to get a hang of Procreate
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We all know that moving on can be as painful as the breakup but we also know that at the end of it all we find peace, serenity, and happiness that we got through it and we are still alive.
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JUST ONE STEP
The world around me holds its breath -
they watch me tremble.
There is no earthquake
and yet my body shakes
As I take one step.
It's been a while
since I felt this tall, this high
and yet I'm still minuscule
compared to all those glaring eyes.
Just one step and that's it!
My veins contract to the force
of lifting my foot to the air.
All these eyes will behold
how my wings were never broken
and witness my valor and gallantry
as I launch myself to the clouds.
But I will never reach their piercing gaze
unless I detach my feet from the ground.
And just one step is all it will take
to not let myself and everyone down.
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A Typical Tuesday
It was a Tuesday when it happened
You walked through the door
as if I was never here
As if we never were
I counted the times
the acacia tree branch knocked
on the stained glass window by our bedside
1…2…7…49…105
I hoped it was you knocking
through that door on a Tuesday morning
because I am still here
Another Tuesday
my eyes still locked on the floor
where your shadow used to be
when you walked through that door
as if I was never here
because we no longer were
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1 month post op. I still can’t stand but at least I’m alive.
If you had been here 5-6 years ago, you wouldn’t hear me say how happy I am to be alive. I’ve come a long way.
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“i. i was crying when you got there. you hugged me for a long time and asked me if i was okay. i said that saying yes would be a lie but i can handle it. you stayed by my side. ii. i called shotgun and sat right next to you as you drove and laughed because you opened the windows and our hair was all over the place and you asked me if i was okay. i said that i would be. iii. we walked with our arms wrapped around each other, stumbling up the steps, breathless with laughter. the empty house echoed and you asked about tomorrow. i told you to text me because tomorrow i would not be okay. iv. we danced to music that did not fit but it was good because it was us, together, and we fit. you spun me and i smiled and you asked if i was okay and i said yes, i’m very okay. v. it was late enough at night for us to have deep, slightly incoherent conversations about life and what we wanted to be and what we would do when we no longer had each other. i laid my head on your shoulder and closed my eyes and said that i was still okay. vi. then it was tomorrow and you had gone and the daylight was too bright because you weren’t there to face it with me. i curled up on my seat and smelled the shirt that still smelled like you and i was not okay. i would never be okay. vii. you texted me and i smiled at the screen but was still not okay because now that was all we were, words on a screen that meant nothing if i couldn’t see your face. are you okay? i guess so.”
— i left you and i’m so sorry and i’m not okay but i hope you are. @lovelyscribblings #34 (via lovelyscribblings)
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