Sometimes you have to choose convenience over peace, over fleeting feelings.

There's just something alluring with my own oblivion

—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[That’s what the world is, after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.]

1001 Nights (at The Peninsula Manila) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cgl30i4hrk_lP4k-VBDDlgEPBzQ7j9kHNu3al00/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

Acting is magical for you can be anyone

the ff pictures are referred as " pose ng bakla" according to my ate https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf1oQVvBtS1KbxUmiroYSpdCJuO0g-gusnDjQc0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

My ate calls this "mukha kang bakla pose" 😆 https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf1n2mwhaphDXfxbvFYLHQc3Pbe-4V7LSndfyI0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

I call this one “12h in Paris”, my friend and I took the bus at 5am to arrive in Paris at 8am. We just went sightseeing for a day, had an amazing lunch, strolled through the louvre and headed back home at 8pm. 

Instagram: @aliensfromhell 

“and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you” ― E.E. Cummings

How am I losing this

i love that rgu goes This narrative will not represent you - the predominant story is a fairytale about a girl princess and a boy prince; there’s a scene in the credit sequence where two girls kiss in the elevator but it’s censored (the picture was designed cropped, and only completed to full ‘uncensored’ version after the show as promotional material); two girls hold hands in the photograph but it’s censored until after the credits of the finale; you will never be my prince because you’re a girl. but then you don’t need this narrative that was rigged against you from the start. you can disappear from it entirely, even if the audience won’t know what happens to you after, because this storys the only lens they see you through, though you yourself won’t cease to exist just because you’ve left this framing. unwritten space out there you can write new stories yourself, ones where people like you are happy someday. you can always make new roads

Taormina, Italy (by Steff Redon)

― Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

Ewww hahahahaa

it’s been a month

yet it felt like years 

i could see you now 

but you don’t want it 

and i hate it 

and i know i couldn’t 

so i just close my eyes

and drift into a place 

where i can still see you, smiling at me.