December 2011
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The Sound. The Smell. The Sight.
I believe it all started with a single droplet freefalling from the sky. Then it multiplied and the sound came before the others as I lay down in bed, reading as always. An enchanting cascade of noise barging into our ears either abated or multiplied by the roofs, or in my case lack thereof, building the pressure until the inevitable release. Then came the smell that, same as the sound, came from...
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I miss him. And for every second that we are apart I miss him more. The numbing ache in my chest never leaves, maybe it has become tolerable and sometimes I can pretend it is not there, but it is – ever present and ever growing. It incapacitates me, the degree to which my miss transcends to love emanating from every beat of my heart. I miss the selfishness that is only there when I am with him,...
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This is an extremely selfish post.
Why is it that when I actually talk to you words escape me? Human interaction is an alien thing for a seventeen year-old college student who chose to live her life alone in an apartment. Let me tell you something about myself to somehow counteract the imbalance of me knowing so much about you and you not knowing a single thing about me.
I love to visit coffee shops, look lonesome but still...
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Can You Help Me by Usher
Without you my whole...
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Don't you just love it?
I wear my earphones and get tangled up with the complicated beauty of notes strung together by amazing, amazing people. Don’t you think it’s curious how music gets you during those times when even you do not understand the wayward way your brain works? Like the gentle and relaxing waves the harmony carries you away, for just a moment, into a world of wonders. I have this habit of...
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Student blues.
Living the life of a student can be barely called living at all. You work hard and tarry over facts and fictional thoughts of your predecessors, killing every chance of creating something new, something original and traced to you. But then again, the languages of the world are already created. Every sentence, no matter how well-thought, is a mere collection of words that are heard of. Even...
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Let’s Just Fall In Love Again by Jason...
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I just miss it.
I miss Baguio city and all the long walks I take just to sightsee. If lucky enough, I used to discover secluded coffee shops or restaurants that serve heavenly pasta. I miss taking it slow, not always rushing to finish a paper or draw and label some specimens. I miss not having the invisible but ever present timer on my mind, and just spend a day alone with my thoughts. Oh christmas break, come...
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All I Need by Within Temptation
Don’t...
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Why can't anyone understand that
I need someone who can make me forget every single beating moment of my heart when I was with the ex. They were the happiest moments of the said part of my body, and I just want somebody to delete them from my system as to make new memories for my still breaking heart. Why? Why?
November 2011
13 posts
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Pretty Wings by Maxwell
Time will bring the...