Sometimes I feel like I need to stop being me so that I can be me.
I’m not sure if that makes any sense to you, but in my head, it makes perfect sense.
I need to get out of this city. On bad days (like this one), it’s a physical ache.
If I’m going to feel lonely anyway, I’d rather it be because I’m actually physically alone in another place. I think that might feel comparatively less pathetic than feeling lonely in a city where you’re acquainted with hundreds of people but don’t really, truly know anybody beyond ones and zeros.
this feeling
In honor of Valentine’s Day, everyone that reblogs this red heart will get a nice message from me on Valentine’s Day. This is going on until February 13 and I am doing every single one of these.
(via watercolor-lover)
SWEET DIABETIC!: Starbucks Coffee
I was cleaning my old drawers of things from the past and I saw a song made up by me and Beya Salazar (I think, because I recognized the chorus). This was dated December 28, 2005 and we were in Starbucks, SM San Lazaro. Brace yourself, this is hilarious.
Kaya kong ubusin
Kahit isang…
i love you beya! this song is perfect!
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Quick portrait, from life
when I get somebody to sit for me I tend to get nervous as hell and rush terribly… that’s why I usually stick to self-portraits :’ I
Like how the colors turned out, though
beautiful. super fan
