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    ... "escuche de tus labios que no sería así; pero dime: ¿Cómo engaño a mi alma, si es verdad que tengo una, y le digo que la ausencia de tus manos, significa exactamente eso? La despedida."

    ... "escuche de tus labios que no sería así; pero dime: ¿Cómo engaño a mi alma, si es verdad que tengo una, y le digo que la ausencia de tus manos, significa exactamente eso? La despedida."

    3 1 9 minutes ago
    II What Am I? II
i often ask myself who and what i am
Filipino by blood, New Yorker by culture
a quiet extrovert or loud introvert
couch potato; social butterfly
career path - music or ministry
hopeless romantic or sad boi hours
a serious earth shattering realist or
dreaming idealist with my head in the clouds
fitting into so many different boxes
and yet somehow no boxes at all

    II What Am I? II
    i often ask myself who and what i am
    Filipino by blood, New Yorker by culture
    a quiet extrovert or loud introvert
    couch potato; social butterfly
    career path - music or ministry
    hopeless romantic or sad boi hours
    a serious earth shattering realist or
    dreaming idealist with my head in the clouds
    fitting into so many different boxes
    and yet somehow no boxes at all

    4 1 12 minutes ago
    🖕

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    18 2 14 minutes ago
    a couple of regrets

    a couple of regrets

    7 1 15 minutes ago
    •from pain comes wisdom•

    •from pain comes wisdom•

    8 1 18 minutes ago
    .
so you managed
to leave-

in the end,
what is left
but this:
the frivolous 
urge
to chain
& cage
what never 
wanted
to be 
free
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#reirapoetry

    .
    so you managed
    to leave-

    in the end,
    what is left
    but this:
    the frivolous
    urge
    to chain
    & cage
    what never
    wanted
    to be
    free
    ______
    #reirapoetry

    12 6 18 minutes ago

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    #swipeseries
— a letter to my future wife.
hey you, how are you? well, i wouldn’t know who to address this letter to, because i don’t know who you are myself. but i just want to promise you that i will not be a therapy patient for which you have to exhaust all yourself to fix. 
marriage is not a therapy center. instead, marriage is therapeutic. so the day i approach you, and ask you to marry me, i won’t be broken. or incomplete. or insecure.
instead, i will be whole.
i will be whole, because you deserve whole. you deserve the whole damn world, and i shall be that for you.
that day, i won’t be afraid of your father,  like i am now. instead, i will walk up to him, holding my face high, and my chest strong, and approach him like a man should. i won’t hesitate to ask him for his daughters hand, because i will first offer both of my own. 
i will tell him that if ever a day comes, if i ever hurt his daughter, he can cut these hands of mine. 
i won’t promise him bullshit. i won’t promise his daughter a life of no tears. but i will promise him that she won’t ever go to sleep with tears. i will promise him that if i/we ever do fight, or have an argument, neither of us will ever go to sleep in pain, or in anger. the tissues in my arms will also be her tissue box.
i will wipe away any/all of her tears and kiss every inch of her cheek where her tears rolled down. my world is never going to sleep with tears in her eyes.
so uncle, or might i be too over confident to say, dad, i know this gem of your daughter is the most precious thing in the world. and you’ve kept her safe and loved for all this time. but i think it’s time now, to let her go. not let her go anywhere else, but only towards even more happiness. and if ever there was a day, where your princess found herself unhappy. that day, i will get on my knees, exactly like i did the day i asked you for her hand, with my neck bowed down in front of you. and then you can make your call. but i pray, and i will also try, try with my life, that such a day never ceases to exist on this earth.
and all that exists is your daughters beautiful smiling face.

    #swipeseries
    — a letter to my future wife.
    hey you, how are you? well, i wouldn’t know who to address this letter to, because i don’t know who you are myself. but i just want to promise you that i will not be a therapy patient for which you have to exhaust all yourself to fix.
    marriage is not a therapy center. instead, marriage is therapeutic. so the day i approach you, and ask you to marry me, i won’t be broken. or incomplete. or insecure.
    instead, i will be whole.
    i will be whole, because you deserve whole. you deserve the whole damn world, and i shall be that for you.
    that day, i won’t be afraid of your father, like i am now. instead, i will walk up to him, holding my face high, and my chest strong, and approach him like a man should. i won’t hesitate to ask him for his daughters hand, because i will first offer both of my own.
    i will tell him that if ever a day comes, if i ever hurt his daughter, he can cut these hands of mine.
    i won’t promise him bullshit. i won’t promise his daughter a life of no tears. but i will promise him that she won’t ever go to sleep with tears. i will promise him that if i/we ever do fight, or have an argument, neither of us will ever go to sleep in pain, or in anger. the tissues in my arms will also be her tissue box.
    i will wipe away any/all of her tears and kiss every inch of her cheek where her tears rolled down. my world is never going to sleep with tears in her eyes.
    so uncle, or might i be too over confident to say, dad, i know this gem of your daughter is the most precious thing in the world. and you’ve kept her safe and loved for all this time. but i think it’s time now, to let her go. not let her go anywhere else, but only towards even more happiness. and if ever there was a day, where your princess found herself unhappy. that day, i will get on my knees, exactly like i did the day i asked you for her hand, with my neck bowed down in front of you. and then you can make your call. but i pray, and i will also try, try with my life, that such a day never ceases to exist on this earth.
    and all that exists is your daughters beautiful smiling face.

    4,432 175 15 June, 2019
    I want to know if she makes you happy. I still remember that conversation I had with you after the break up. I slammed the phone down hard after screaming that no one will love you like I do. It was partly said as an ultimatum and partly in grief. I was desperate for you to walk back into my life.

I was blinded by the abyss of pain that I kept concealed. It throbbed everytime I thought about you. The thing is after we broke up I never used to cry everyday like everyone thought I did. It was on those odd nights when I was lying sleepless, my playlist would play some sad song and then all that pain that was tightly leashed would break open and then I would be overwhlemed with these tidal waves of pain that swallowed me whole. Then I would cry till I was breathless.

The next morning when I wake up I'm ashamed of myself, for being so weak and to cry for someone who left me without even a backward glance. But deep inside my heart in some hidden place I had a hope that one day you will come back. I let that hope fester like a candle that burned brightly.

I always blamed you as the reason for why our relationship fell apart. I played the victim. I felt wronged, felt that you singlehandedly shattered my heart. I wanted to believe that you were not hurt by the decision you took.

Moreover when you decided that we had to end I felt robbed of a choice. Like you had decided for me. I was hurt. You decided you were going to leave and you did exactly that. I did not have any say in it. I think that's what still pains me a little even after all these years.

It took me a while to figure out that the decision you took hurt you equally, that there were parts of you that were shattered too. I had to do a lot of growing up before I could realise that I also must have a played a part in what led to the end of our love. But no matter what I had loved you, more than I ever knew I was capable of.
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✍️ - @paro.__
#ScribblersWord

    I want to know if she makes you happy. I still remember that conversation I had with you after the break up. I slammed the phone down hard after screaming that no one will love you like I do. It was partly said as an ultimatum and partly in grief. I was desperate for you to walk back into my life.

    I was blinded by the abyss of pain that I kept concealed. It throbbed everytime I thought about you. The thing is after we broke up I never used to cry everyday like everyone thought I did. It was on those odd nights when I was lying sleepless, my playlist would play some sad song and then all that pain that was tightly leashed would break open and then I would be overwhlemed with these tidal waves of pain that swallowed me whole. Then I would cry till I was breathless.

    The next morning when I wake up I'm ashamed of myself, for being so weak and to cry for someone who left me without even a backward glance. But deep inside my heart in some hidden place I had a hope that one day you will come back. I let that hope fester like a candle that burned brightly.

    I always blamed you as the reason for why our relationship fell apart. I played the victim. I felt wronged, felt that you singlehandedly shattered my heart. I wanted to believe that you were not hurt by the decision you took.

    Moreover when you decided that we had to end I felt robbed of a choice. Like you had decided for me. I was hurt. You decided you were going to leave and you did exactly that. I did not have any say in it. I think that's what still pains me a little even after all these years.

    It took me a while to figure out that the decision you took hurt you equally, that there were parts of you that were shattered too. I had to do a lot of growing up before I could realise that I also must have a played a part in what led to the end of our love. But no matter what I had loved you, more than I ever knew I was capable of.
    .
    ✍️ - @paro.__
    #ScribblersWord

    5,915 22 15 hours ago
    can i see you tonight?
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books in bio. thank you 🖤

    can i see you tonight?
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    books in bio. thank you 🖤

    1,140 13 6 hours ago