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Kahimanawari (Ang Pinakaunang Istoryang Aking Ginawa)

Entry #15: 090722 [240321]

“Anong pangalan mo?” tanong ng estrangherong kausap ko.

“Sophia ang pangalan ko ngunit Sophie ang tawag sa akin ng mga magulang ko.” sagot ko.

“Napakagandang pangalan na bagay na bagay sa magandang binibining katulad mo” pagpuri niya.

Napamulat ako at tuluyan nang nagising mula sa panaginip na mayroon ako. Hindi ko namalayang kusa na palang tumutulo ang mga luha pababa ng pisngi ko. Patuloy ito sa pagragasa at sari-saring emosyon ang nararamdaman ko. Napatanong ako sa sarili ko kung dapat ba akong magalak dahil napanaginipan ko ulit iyon o dapat ba akong maiyak dahil kay tagal kong hinintay na marinig muli ang mga katagang ito.

“Napakagandang pangalan na bagay na bagay sa magandang binibining katulad mo”.

“Napakagandang pangalan na bagay na bagay sa magandang binibining katulad mo”.

“Napakagandang pangalan na bagay na bagay sa magandang binibining katulad mo”.

“Napakagandang pangalan na bagay na bagay sa magandang binibining katulad mo”.

Tila ba sirang plaka itong nagpapaulit-ulit sa utak ko. Ilang linggo na rin simula nang nagsimula akong pagdudahan ang sarili ko. Isa? Dalawa? Tatlo? Hindi ko na mabilang sa mga daliri ko. Ang estrangherong nakita ko sa panaginip ko ay mahalaga at malapit sa puso ko. Isa sa mga taong tumulong sa akin upang mapagtanto ko ang mga bagay na mayroon ako. Mga bagay na dapat ay ipagmalaki ko. Panlabas na kaanyuan, mabuting kalooban, pagmamalasakit sa kapwa, talento sa pagsulat at pagpinta, ano pa nga bang mahihiling ko? Bagamat hindi perpekto ay may mga katangian akong kaya kong ipagmalaki sa ibang tao.

May mga pagkakataon na pinanghihinaan ako ng loob at nawawalan ng gana sa mga bagay na kinagisnan ko. Kagaya ng ibang tao ay nakararamdam din ako ng lungkot. Mahalaga para sa akin ang mga taong nagpapalakas ng loob ko sa tuwing walang wala ako. Maaaring sa iba ay simpleng mga salita lamang ito ngunit ito ang dahilan upang magpatuloy ako. Simpleng kataga na bumubuo ng araw ko at dahilan upang maibsan o kahit man lang mabawasan ang pagdududa ko sa sarili kong kakayahan. Sana katulad ko ay magkaroon din ang ibang tao ng pagkakataon na makatagpo ng mga taong mgpapalakas ng loob nila tuwing nanghihina sila. Importante na may suporta tayong natatanggap mula sa iba sapagkat ipagkaila man natin ay hindi pa rin natin maiiwasan na mas magaan sa pakiramdam kapag alam mong may karamay ka. Natutunan kong mahalin ang sarili ko at sa tingin ko isa ito sa mga pinakamagandang alaala na mayroon ako.

Kadiliman man ang huli kong nakikita sa bawat pagpikit ng mata ko ay hindi ko makalilimutang nasilayan ko rin ang liwanag ng buwan bago ako mahiga sa mumunting higaan na mayroon ako, suot-suot ang pang-ulong hatinig sa magkabilang tenga ko. Saktong narinig ko ang linyang pinaka paborito ko.

“I wanna love me, the way that you love me. For all of my pretty and all of my ugly,too. I’d love to see me from your point of view”

Kahimanawari. Kahit man lang kung maaari ay nais kong makamit ang tunay na kaligayahan para sa sarili ko.

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[starlitheaven]

summary. how they make out. <3

note. for anon who said: hi azul!! i've got a question for you — how's making out with gojo or geto? or even yuuta! <3

GOJO — satoru likes to cup your face with his large hands when you kiss, tilting your head up just a bit to reach his height better. making out with someone so tall makes your neck ache, so he often bends his knees a little to make it easier for you. laughing into the kiss over little embarrassing noises is common with satoru, there's never a dull moment with him. he likes to nibble and suck on your lower lip and goes crazy when you bite down and tug on his. you know that your kissing is becoming something more when his hands squeeze the back of your thighs and you're easily lifted—your legs wrapping around his sides and arms around his neck. satoru sprinkles noisy little pecks in between deeper kisses while holding you. practically purrs when you scratch at the short hair of his undercut. kissing him is sweet, intimate, and makes you feel like the stars in his vast endless skies.

GETO — places his hands over your waist and lower back, pulling you closer to his chest. he kisses a little slower, too. humming low as he slips his tongue inside your mouth. he's sensual without being aggressive or rushed, suguru takes his time while kissing you. he worships you every single time—completely devoted to making you understand how much he loves having you. suguru murmurs sweet nothings into your skin as he kisses down your jaw, nuzzling into your neck and inhaling your scent that drives him wild.

YUUTA — soft and passionate. kissing yuuta feels like laying back in a bed of flowers under warm sunlight and feeling the gentle breeze over your skin. he treasures you and shows it with his kisses. yuuta gently cradles your jaw, smiling into the kiss when you raise yourself on your toes to meet his height. things can get a little messy with yuuta—he adores you so so much that he can't help but get a little carried away sometimes. he'll pull away, breathless, a line of spit connecting your lips as he mumbles an apology that doesn't sound sorry at all.

[ienchanted]

I wanna love me. The way that you love me.

POV by Ariana Grande

[moonshynecybin]

wanna have thoughts about Sepang pre-season testing 2015 and how that photo of the two of them wearing swim trunks happened and what else might have taken place that day/week

prompt 4! because it is my brand i must say that cal crutchlow was also there in real life for the rosquez beach date and we must never forget this. he isnt in this story but please hold that in your mind okay thank you. anyways this story is about considering what it would be like to interrogate your very sexy coworker's control issues while you are slightly sauced and neither one of you are wearing shirts. so it goes.

Vale takes a sip of his drink and looks over at Marc, sprawled out on the lounger next to him, limbs loose and easy in the glow of the sun. His swim trunks are riding up, exposing the pale, tender skin on the inside of his thighs. He's already looking at Vale.

Of course he is.

"So, you don’t like the beach?" Vale asks, to try and get his mind of something else. Marc is— Marc is competition. He shouldn't.

Marc hums. "I don’t like being in the water, it’s different."

Interesting. That's not what Vale expected.

"Why? You can swim." He's seen him in the pool earlier, hollering with his brother and dunking him under the water. Shiny and wet under the Malaysian sun.

Marc shrugs, unbothered, and Vale spends some time with the movement of his shoulders, the cut of his muscles. It's fine. Marc wont be able to see his where his eyes are lingering, anyways. Vale is wearing sunglasses. It's harmless.

"I don’t know what’s in there— I always think there’s a shark or something that's going to eat me." Marc's nose scrunches as he talks, and he looks like he's about to laugh.

"You drive motorcycles for a living," Vale replies, voice light. It seems ludicrous that Marc would be scared of something like a shark attack, with what they both do for a living. With what Marc does in particular.

Marc flicks up his sunglasses to squint at Vale, smile still huge on his face. "So do you, are you saying you aren’t scared of anything?"

"I’m not." Vale answers with a straight face.

Marc laughs. It's easy to make him laugh. "I see!"

Vale nods. "No, I’m very brave."

Marc's still laughing, strong forearm thrown over his stomach now.

Vale really shouldn't.

"But you," Vale sits up, faces towards Marc. He’s a little drunk, Vale thinks. A little pink from the sun, still pale from the winter. “You are very brave.”

"Thank you," Marc takes a long sip from his drink, lips wrapped around his straw. Jesus.

Vale shakes his head. It’s not quite a compliment. “No no no no— you take risks. Not like a normal one of us.” He flips his shades down and slumps back. Looking at Marc is maybe too much right now. “And you are scared of the ocean.”

"I don’t like flying either."

Vale blinks. "What?"

Marc shrugs, the corners of his mouth digging impishly into his cheeks. He blinks lazily, and stretches a bit. Keeps his eyes steadfastly on Vale.

"It’s all… out of my control. On the bike I can ride. I know my lines, I know when to brake, how far to lean. It’s up to me. In the sky? The ocean? It’s up to other people. It’s up to God." He shakes his head. "There's too much chance.”

Vale chews on the the inside of his cheek, turns the idea of that over in his head. "Isn’t the chance fun?" He asks. It is to him.

"No." Marc answers.

"Hm." They stay there for a second, listening to the distant crash of waves. To the unknown quantity that is the sea. Vale thinks about it. Thinks about what it means to be surprised. To lose control. To feel like he doesn't know what's going to happen next. About how Marc makes him feel like that all the time.

He really shouldn't.

"Marc?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want to get out of here?"

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[nattigrande]

10 years ago, Ariana Grande released her debut single “The Way” featuring Mac Miller. It debuted on the top ten of billboard hot 100

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Ariana Grandé natural look .. posted for fun because she looks pretty.

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Ariana Grande - pov

[hiddenxxgem]

pov: I’m passenger princess 🪷

[inthedeadofnightyoureyessogreen]

— You know me better than I do, can't seem to keep nothing from you.

[the0nlyallison]

I wanna love me the way that you love me

Ooh for all of my pretty and all of my ugly too

I'd love to see me from your point of view

I wanna trust me the way that you trust me

Cuz nobody ever loved me like you do

I'd love to see me from your point of view