Having no idea what the next year holds but trusting God, his plans and promises. Everything is going to be ok.

hickeys in places only we can see

hallelujah

may we attract people with genuine intentions.

I hope that when you find someone you want and if they think they’re not good enough for you, they will try their best to be good enough instead of just leaving because they’re scared they can’t give you what you deserve.

A well deserved rest

Being kissed softly!!!!! fingers gently tracing your skin!!! Your hair being tucked behind ur ear!!!!!!! The little thumb rub thing when u hold hands!!!!!

You still look like the way you used to, like someone who was never really mine.

11182018 Probably the most spontaneous trip I've had this year. Less than a week of planning, leaving work for a much needed break from bullshit that is life. Getting lost, spending too much on food and probably losing my shit over strawberry taho. Caffeine filled nights, bottles and bottles of soju and waking up the next morning to catch your bus back to Manila. It was all worth it. Next time I come back, sana with a jowa (lol). Kasi the weather is really made for fucking cuddling.

I hope you fall in love with yourself again.

This year I learned to be selfish. Selfish with my time, my heart, my feelings, my mind and most importantly myself. I spent entirely too much time feeling sorry for the things I couldn’t change, wishing for things I didn’t have, and begging for people who did not deserve me. It has taken me two decades to realize I am a prize worth winning, I am a caviar dinner not a gas station hot dog. This year I’ve lost people I thought I couldn’t live without and given myself everything I needed. Next year, I hope I can learn to love myself.

ohsixonethree,  writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year. (via wnq-writers)

dear unrequited, i moved a little too fast. i jumped a little too high and leapt a little too far, so i apologize. i’m easily impressed, you see. you’re the first one to send my thoughts over the moon since my heartbreaker, so maybe i miscalculated. maybe i thought the universe owed me someone like you, after all the heartbreaks i never wanted. the problem is that you’re picture perfect. i see sunrises and gold and everything good in your eyes, when all i’ve been seeing lately are half moons and my reflection in a rearview mirror. but that’s not all that i fell for. i fell the farthest over the way words could roll off my tongue without the filter, and the way you listened to them without narrowed eyes or a gun in your back pocket. i fell for you because i understood you, and I just thought you understood me, too. i’m sorry if I ruined everything. i’m sorry if you won’t be able to look at me the way you used to, without awkward silences or pitying gazes. a part of me doesn’t know why i’m so sorry. i just want to feel loved again, i think that’s all it is. i wanted to be loved and i thought you loved me the same way i did. but you didn’t, and i think i’m okay with that. love, maybe.

letters I will never send #3 (via sparksofingenuity)