YOU'RE FINALLY GOLDEN, BOY.

"Eviscerate your fragile frame. And spill it out in the ragged floor."

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 18:03:00 +0800

“Eviscerate your fragile frame. And spill it out in the ragged floor.”

- The Shins

From two years ago. Yes, there is a part of me silently wishing I could just sit in front of my...

Mon, 05 Mar 2012 17:58:50 +0800

From two years ago.

Yes, there is a part of me silently wishing I could just sit in front of my window, watch the snow fall, and write in New York City. But I never really paid much attention to that tiny figment of my imagination. Tiny figments of imagination do not happen unless they really happen. As what happened to me.

I came here not to write, but to read - to study principles of learning, nerve conduction velocities, and construct validity and other things I really don’t feel anything for; my coming here was only something I had to do, only that I was given the magnificent background of the Brooklyn Bridge to tell me something. I am beautiful, am I not? I asked, and so did the city.

And then the imagination became real. The city looks you in the eye and asks you to do something. Build me, I heard. Turn more of the lights on, darken those alleys a tinge more. The city could have possibly meant embrace me and tell the world about me, but I learned, painfully, through a stranger a million miles away that New York did not want me to simply walk the streets of Prince and Spring; it wanted me to love fully.

I could be making these things up, hearing my thoughts and not the boroughs’, swimming in the overwhelming happening of me and the city; me magnifying distant lights, and wanting to wrap my arms around the pulsing night, the perfect sunrise. It could be the 150 days lived, and 29 days left.

littlefoxhole:fuckyeahexistentialism:

Sat, 21 Jan 2012 03:04:09 +0800

littlefoxhole:fuckyeahexistentialism:

Looking out onto the Atlantic Ocean. Minus someone to be...

Fri, 24 Jun 2011 09:41:51 +0800

Looking out onto the Atlantic Ocean. Minus someone to be transatlantic about.

Fuck this font.

Sun, 17 Apr 2011 17:50:29 +0800

Fuck this font.

Purrrr

Sun, 17 Apr 2011 17:21:00 +0800

Home alone and doing tumblr after a century of absence.

While singing along to The Shins. Na-miss ko ang tumblr, sheeet. I’ve missed it so much, I can smell it. And the blue is stinging me with memories. Ok. yun lang.

2/17/11 1:12 PM

Thu, 17 Feb 2011 13:19:25 +0800

Love is the end is my favorite song.

mrzlka:Pj Harvey, Björk, Tori Amos - Q magazine, 1994

Thu, 10 Feb 2011 10:21:17 +0800

mrzlka:Pj Harvey, Björk, Tori Amos - Q magazine, 1994

On their seventh album, the Seattle indie stalwarts

Sat, 29 Jan 2011 18:24:16 +0800

are broadening their sound to include more vintage keyboards and other textures inspired by Brian Eno’s Another Green World. Frontman Ben Gibbard told SPIN that early highlights included “Codes and Keys,” the group’s first song to feature strings in 12 years, and “Unobstructed Views,” a seven-minute, mostly instrumental number.

Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn. I had the good fortune of...

Mon, 24 Jan 2011 22:13:38 +0800

Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn. I had the good fortune of watching ‘Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner’ tonight with my family.

And just like that they write a glimmering radio song.

Thu, 13 Jan 2011 09:34:10 +0800

And just like that they write a glimmering radio song.

Eh?

Thu, 13 Jan 2011 08:54:55 +0800

I am not embarrassed to admit hate.

Sat, 08 Jan 2011 13:10:24 +0800

and so this person tenderly asks my dog “what brings you to my room, what are you looking for? If my dog had two words to say in his lifetime I wish it were ‘Your jugular’.

Fact of life

Fri, 07 Jan 2011 12:04:27 +0800

Assholes get asshole gift bags.

Photo

Wed, 05 Jan 2011 08:21:10 +0800

Fuck you this person.

Fri, 31 Dec 2010 14:19:44 +0800

The downside

Wed, 29 Dec 2010 09:42:51 +0800

to common sense is a painfully simple mind.

aletheaevelyn:amandarenia:artpixie:Jaymay, Gray or Blue (by...

Sun, 26 Dec 2010 12:52:16 +0800

aletheaevelyn:amandarenia:artpixie:Jaymay, Gray or Blue (by zoemstof)

I know the shape of MY hands because I watch them when you talk is what I’m saying.

yo, ninja, go

Sun, 26 Dec 2010 12:50:47 +0800

yo, ninja, go

I can't wait to talk to you like this forever.

Sat, 27 Nov 2010 00:57:39 +0800

Did you go to church?

No.

Why not?

Sarap matulog, eh.

Anon’g oras ka gumising?

Uhm, 8?

Then what did you do next?

Eat.

You’re still eating.

Chips.

You just had breakfast.

But these are chips.