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Kung Kayat Maghihintay Ako Sayokatulad Ng Isang Nangungulilang Bahay,hanggang Sa Tayong Dalaway Magkitang
Kung kaya’t maghihintay ako sa’yo katulad ng isang nangungulilang bahay, hanggang sa tayong dalawa’y magkitang muli at manirahan kang muli sa akin. Hangga’t wala ka pa, ang mga bintana’y mananatiling bukas, at naghihinagpis.
Sonnet LXV, Pablo Neruda (translated by Dayn)
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Sometimes I look at people and make myself try and feel them as more than just a random person walking by. I imagine how deeply they’ve fallen in love, or how much heartbreak they’ve all been through.
Her (2013)

For you If some greedy god stole you away from me; if the moon and her sun stole away into the night; if our love was plucked like a pear from its tree — I would burn down every door to find you again. I would tear through every layer of hell, screaming with my mouth full of light, and I would unhinge you from your darkness, from your wet, leaking sorrow. I would take you back from the demons that had clawed you so far into yourself that you counted six feet between your skin and your bones. I would shred open my flesh so that you could see what I hold inside of me; to show you all the light I had swallowed from your love.
“I Will,” Shinji Moon (via uniquecole)
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
Ferdinand Von Schrubentauffrt (via ding-ang-bato)





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