Oscillation!!!
How owuld I fare when I lose my hearing?
I could not bear the thoughts of hearing aids, I don’t want any lacerations and clacking minuscule metallic cutters disturbing my ears’ business. I need to see an ear doctor and I’m starting to get paranoid thoughts about my present conditions. And yet I don’t have anyone to talk about it.
It’s more than my ears and the waxes inside that are preventing me to hear out from the world. I’m losing a connection, a vital hold to those who should be the most important people in my life. And as fluids from my ears keep on dripping, so are the tears leaking from my swollen lids.
Zits starting to burst, bones starting to crack, bedbug bites starting to itch. i’m a miserable man.
The hair dude. The hair.
from: turkicdelite
(Source: racinesturques)
Hey I’m listening to you. Now. Unable to decode your lyricism.
(Source: psychoindisguise)
Because it’s July and I’m in love.
Laura Veirs.
This is one of those days wherein you feel unfazed by looming deadlines. The choruses playing, light emanating from the outside tainting your room with calmness and sprite, percussion drafting the air with breeziness; it feels like an afternoon spring on a wet monsoon-dazzled day. It also helps that I finally found a comfortable spot on a flat iron-stand amidst the occasional vermin bites. I am oblivious of French, of the business of banking, and of the organization works that are slowly killing me. I own’t call it laziness, for in this moment I only feel ease.
(Source: ginobambino)
Alexander Beck, Joey Regan | Black Book June/July 2011 | ph. Dean Isidro
CACA-CALVIN KLEIN!
(via fuckyeahmodelhomme)
because boots and avant-garde baggy pants would soon be my thing.
(Source: rhory)
Where in the Philippines can I get those?
(Source: quetzalcoitus, via fuckyeahjoannanewsom)
Poser.
Second attempt na mailabas ang mga ikinukubling salita. Explode brains, explode.
Sisimulan ko na lang ang lahat ng ito sa pagsasabing sisimulan ko na ang lahat ng ito. At pagkatapos ibackspace ang mga nakaraang pananaw ako nama’y mapapatanto sa mga bagay-bagay na sumambulat sa akin ngayong tag-araw. Ang hirap magsulat pag hindi tensyonado, pag nauubos ang lahat ng ideya sa kakatulog ng dalawampu’t apat na oras sa isang araw. 100% domicile.
Ang gulo ko lang ngayon. Kukuha ng passport bukas, lilipad sa kawalan sa makalawa. Parang saranggolang bumigtas sa kanyang tali ang isipan ko, nagliliwaliw sa kalaliman ng desperasyon at kawalang pag-asa. Emotional shifter. Hindi ko alam kung sa pagsesenti at pagdilig ng aking mga salita upang mamulaklak ay maitatawid ko ang mga pangarap kong hindi ko man lang masimulan. Sana hindi na lang dumating ang araw na iyon nang sa huli ay maaari pa rin akong mangarap.
Marami akong gstong gawin. Sanaý magi na akong tunay na tao.
“Not in Love” -Crystal Castles ft. Robert Smith (The Cure)
May video pala itey. Gusto ko tuloy magmusic marathon with Friday I’m In Love, Let’s Go to Bed, Lovesong at Boys Don’t Cry on repeat. Wiz akong makita sa dark.
