Kmart run 😋

BGC with my cousin !!! Finally back in the Philippines after 11 months : )

Dinner Table

The dinner table is full of silent confessional affection,

We sit at opposite ends yet I’ve never felt closer.

Warm food is on the table, but my stomach is full of anticipation.

I pray your name for my thanksgiving,

And I substitute dinner for your lips in my mind.

It must holy to feel something this pure,

This is my last supper.

A statue I loved !

Orpheus and Eurydice,

Auguste Rodin

Went to the Met for the first time today : ),

These are my favorite shots from everything I took.

The black and white reminds me of CAS.

Morning after a birthday : )

I didn’t know that there was billiards downstairs, if I knew, I would’ve spent all my time there rather than doing what it is I was last night.

Hope everyone is doing well : )

📷: Nikon D5100

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Adventure Time title card I made : ), very happy with how it turned out 🐦‍⬛🎂❤️

@kingofooo

Went to SoHo today, exhausted

Tie

I’d like to look at all of us as time capsules, except there’s no specific time for us to be opened of course, and maybe we’re buried in the fogs of prejudice. We’re collections of the past, unknowingly carrying memories and experiences like trinkets. Some shiny and some are dull, nonetheless they’re interesting. The eagerness to learn how and why they are. The way I see it, we’re all adorned with different kinds of jewels, crystals, stones; Made from those rocky experiences now beautiful because of us learning how to carve over time. Our hair, beaded. Our hands, with rings, our feet with anklets. Our wrinkles, with stickers. And our wounds, with tattoos. But of course everyone is accessorized with what’s theirs. Some armored with dented but blinding gold or silver, some bedazzled with glitter and stone stickers, and some twined with long yarn and beads.

Be careful with learning people, some, maybe even most are fragile, but that’s also well-within their essence of beauty. Love more.

5/29/23

(I was listening to Bags by Clairo : ) )

I think

I don’t think we ever stop loving (something or someone) really, and maybe it’s not that all gets replaced, but rather we grow to have more capacity for it in our hearts. Despite the things that have past, we can’t seem to say that anything other than well-wishes have nested in us. (And what is that if not an act of affection, that certainly does not root from a place of indifference no) I don’t think we ever really do stop loving, but rather we grow to love from a distance. And that’s how we coexist. Such existed.

This is a perfect example of love and understanding.

Grieving exists where love once settled, and we grow to find home again like how we always do.

[5/4/22

As an “artist”, I’ve always loved figurative meanings, metaphors, and things that are sentimental; I can never quite make how and why, but it feels like a link between life and romanticization, the borderline of what’s normal and what’s extraordinary.]

Someone I greatly admire for being able to bridge them is Patti Smith. I’ve yet to reach that level of writing, so I’ll think of myself as an unsent letter. I have much to say.

Anyway,

Here’s a playlist for what had me thinking about this today : )

She was disarming, as if she was a saint that armies in past revolutions would’ve fought for. My heart praises and worships her; her embodiment and personification of tranquil. Belief in her meant salvation, meant promise. Churches, palaces, cathedrals; all built within the walls of my heart.

Sometimes I think about the past lovers that I’ve had, and if younger me was here to see all the people I’ve welcomed into my heart they’ll never be able to believe it. Somehow I found the strength in myself to not love again, but to welcome love again. Love has always existed within me, but I was so afraid that if I’ve loved more than once, all the time I’ve spent loving one was not real. But love is abundant, love is limitless, and it would be so as long as you live. It is okay to love more than once, it shows that your loving is more than real.

I think of my body as a cave, and sometimes I wonder, that maybe in those few moments that I felt so close to shattering,

maybe I was so close to being free.

it wasn't really love.

but rather self-discovery.