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ayoko na

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Self love ❤️

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Well, okay na ako ❣️

𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚘 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚘!

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𝚊𝚔𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝚔𝚘 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢 𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚘!

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Why are we always readily available for the people who can’t even make themselves available for us?

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Reblog if you think the person you reblogged this from deserves to be happy.

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𝗦𝗮 𝗻𝗴𝗮𝘆𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝗸𝗼 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗮.

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Cheers 🍻

photo not mine

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𝗢𝗸 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝗸𝗼 𝘀𝗮 𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗼. 𝗞𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝘂𝗿𝗼 𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘄 𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗼𝘁.

𝗠𝗮𝗴 𝗶𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗼𝗻 𝗻𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗸𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗽 𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝘆𝗼𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗸𝗼 𝘀𝗮 𝘁𝘂𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗼 𝗸𝗮𝘀𝗮𝗺𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮. 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗼 𝘀𝗮 𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗽𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗶 𝗸𝗼 𝗴𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘄𝗶𝗻.

𝗔𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗶 𝗸𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗹 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗮 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝗮! 𝗔𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗽 𝗽𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗹𝗮𝗹𝗼 𝗻𝗮’𝘁 𝗻𝗮𝗵𝘂𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗻𝗮 𝗮𝗸𝗼 𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗮’𝘆𝗼.

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𝚋𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚔𝚘 𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝?

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𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚊 𝚔𝚘 𝚜𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚔𝚊𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚝 𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚘 🥺

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𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚍𝚒 𝚔𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚊 𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚔𝚘 😥

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𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑘𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑑𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑚𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑙 🥺

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“What’s your alternate ending, Karl? Anong mangyayari kung hindi natin kailangan matakot?” – Vlad, Gaya sa Pelikula

I am struck by a thousand lightning. I am stabbed by a familiar knife – hundred times I even lose counting. Yet, I keep going. I will keep hoping for that warmth. I may not get that the same kind of love, but I entrust our story to the heaven above.

Someday, someone will keep the letters I wrote. He will write back, telling how much I make him feel good. He will blush as he shares how often he gets those little butterflies during sunset and dawn. We will share every step we’ll take even if, things will not turn out well than we dreamed of. My hands will rub off his back to assure him my sincerity is full of hope.

Someday, someone will pray for me too. He will ask for my safety because I dearly matter to his sanity. He will look at me like I have never been seen before. He will tell me jokes without the fear of being left out in the room. As my response, I will mean every ‘good morning’ and ‘goodnight’ text on his phone, strong enough to make him feel needed like a noble.

Now, as I wait for that day to come, I will look up and say, “I hope he’s on his way now to my arms”. 

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𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚊 𝚜𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗 𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚖 𝚔𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚊 𝚙𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚔𝚘!