protective to painful ears;
hailing to awkward shoulders.

questioning to angled knees.

lingering to acute arms;
shaking to extended shins;
flattering to protruding shoulder blades;
curious to her bent, uneven back.

to be able to put the past to rest ( Read more... )

My mom still loves me, even if she keeps nagging and doling out tiny criticisms despite knowing how shitty I already feel. My sister still loves me. My dad will probably make a joke out of it but in the end say he still loves me. What I am not sure of, what I am never sure of, is if I love myself, even when the storms subside. As soon as the skies ( Read more... )

Damn the way the educational system conditioned me as a child. Damn the way I let the educational system condition me as a child.

because we do not yet know how to go to another time ( Read more... )

Counting the days, again.

Nine, as of today.

Tomorrow, it will be ten.

A happy heart, a heavy heart.

(Unfortunately, it is the heaviness that lingers.)

You pretend not to care, and in some ways it works because your mind can trick itself into feeling numb, but in most ways it makes you feel like shit because, at the end of the day, your soul knows better. It knows that you are the one who cares and loves and misses and needs so much more, and this is why you bleed. You wear your heart and ( Read more... )

You cannot fucking tell me to leave Ateneo. How dare you. How dare you.

I started off my first real summer in five years with a gig, and it was absolutely beautiful, with all the lights and sounds and those charming British boys, their music calming my soul and making my body freak out at the same time, one song hugging me so tight a tear fell from my eye and another one making me flip out because I love it and hoped ( Read more... )