About littleapolita

I wish for World Peace and Inner Peace. :)

I miss you.

No drifts.

Just me.

Missing You. 😔😟

I love you. 🐻

Madami. ❤️

Sobra. 🇵🇭🇵🇭🇵🇭

9.8m/s2|Vincent

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Eyes are the windows of a heart.

These words would either mesmerize you..

Or it would carve a scar on your heart.

Why?

Just because.

-Minsan. Gusto mo na lang ipikit yung mata mo. 💔

No title, Just You and I

 

 

“Not that big. But it hurts a lot. Not that much. But a lot.

But I’m so grateful that I have you.”

 

 

poi2

 

08|13|2018

Everything was cluttered and my 24/7 was a robotic routine. Then I woke up one morning having a conversation with someone whom I would love for the next days of my crazy life.

I would be honest. I am enjoying what we have. It’s not that perfect, not every inch of it is a happy conversation; we’re starting to have arguments, and I don’t like what I feel, what I have felt, and to think of what I would feel.. But I like the idea of having arguments and silly conversations. It feels like growth.

Well in fact, yesterday, was one of those days.

I started to overthink.

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Thinking that I might be a little bit too much (that I don’t talk too much). That if I do, I might over say it, and hurt both of us.

 We have a lot of differences. I agree.

 

The Introvert meets The Extrovert.

 

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I know and I was expecting little clashes and thunderstorms with our relationship because of those differences. I was surprised tho. That you were more aggressive on asking questions  how we could work things out. And I appreciate that. It’s like telling me you love me more than how I behave towards silly stuff.

Silly stuff. When I start to create a trivial argument about you and your friends. Haha classic. I ran it like it’s a joke but yeah, I’m human. I get jealous too. I know you love and care for your friends, but you just have to love and care for me more. Or when those multi-colored hair characters start to dance on your screen and you seem to forget that I exist. Silly, but true. And I just thought, maybe it was just me.

But it hurts a lot when you seem not to listen and hear me talk about how rough my day was.. that I left my spoon and fork at home, that I’m having a hard time dealing with my fats, that I’m starting toasdfghjkl……………

Not that big. But it hurts a lot.

Not that much. But a lot.   

And I’m sorry for being childish. I feel like a 26-year old kid. (haha)

Regardless of my silly thoughts, I am so grateful that I have you. 

 

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It’s almost a year since we started to count stars at night. Listen to raindrops and growling thunderstorms. We earned another year on our age. We celebrated the day of the fat guy in red who flies at night, and here we are. Another months to spend.

I hope by this time, I am more carefree. Carefree enough to tell you how I really feel.

So I could tell you what I like and what I don’t. So I could tell you how I feel. And how important you are to me. That sometimes, a simple hug could actually make me feel better. That a simple pat on my head could take away the bad mood I have on a certain day. That you are my fluffy bear and nothing would ever change that.

 

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That you are my cookies, my coffee and my tea..

 

That I love you more than you know.

 

And I will love you, and wouldn’t stop until the moon say so.

🙂

It’s a  rainy 7:47 in the morning of August 13, 2018.

Yeah, this was supposed to be future dated (next year). But I realized that if you want to say something, you have to do it now because tomorrow is never a promise. But we are all hopeful that it will be kept. 

 

And I’m looking forward for another year.. and another year, and another year after that…until the sun becomes a white dwarf star. ❤ 

P.S.

-Dapat hindi na kasali ‘tong picture na ‘to. Haha Pero gustong gusto ko talaga isali. Haha 😛  ❤ ❤ ❤ 🙂 peace! 

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Edited|With a HeART|

I love you. 

Madami.

Sobra. 🙂

 

 

|9.8m/s2|

Kwentong UV Express

Naalala ko ang malagim na gabi kung saan sinalo ako ng mga chicharon ni Camille (Mercy’s Chicharoom, machalapp haha) nang mahulog ako pababa ng UV. Pero muli kong napatunayan na may mabubuting nilalang pa sa mundong ibabaw bukod sa mga nagmamahal sa atin. Thanks man! (Wala ng masyadong stress sa isang gabing bayani baka may magtampo haha)

Eh yun na nga. Buhay naman ako. Wala na ang mga galos at sugat. Wala na rin ang mga pasa.

Minsan may mga pangyayari sa buhay na hindi natin inaasahan.

 

Madadapa. Mahuhulog.

Nang hindi mo namamalayan.

Masakit. Madiin.

Sa una makikita mo lang ang sugat.

Pero habang tumatagal nararamdaman mo na unti unting binabalot ng sakit ang mga sugat. Na kahit anong gamot ang ilagay mo, para kang dinudurog.

Pero sabi nila, pinapagaling ng panahon ang lahat.

 

At kasabay ng paggaling ng mga sugat mo, unti unti kang natututo. Na hindi lang naman sakit at peklat ang dala ng mga galos.

Minsan sa likod ng mga sugat, ay ang mga taong patuloy na nagpapangiti ng ating mga labi.

 

Yung pamilya mo.

Kaibigan.

Minsan stranger.

Minsan mataba. 🙂 ❤ 😛

 

-ayy landeee :*

9.8 m/s2|V

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Sa taludtod ng aking mga tula

Na walang sawang umiintindi ng aking mga salita

Na minsan kahit hindi na maintindihan

Na minsan parang naglalakad sa kawalan

Taludtod ko, ikaw ay patuloy na yayakapin

At hindi magsasawang sabihin

Na ika’y mahal at di mapapagod mahalin

Dahil sa malungkot na kalangitan, ikaw ang mga bituin

Sa taludtod ng aking mga tula

Ikaw ang “A” hanggang “Ya” sa aking Abakada

Ikaw na mga letra na naglalaro sa aking isipan

Parang isang talata na nanggagaling sa kalawakan

Madalas ikaw ay isang pangungusap

Minsan naman ay isang tanong, isang palaisipan

Na nagiging numero..

Parang mga petsa sa bawat linggo

Parang mga buwan na nagdadaan sa kalendaryo

Sa taludtod ng aking mga tula

Bago ko ipikit ang aking mga mata

Nais sabihing mahal kita

Ipunin natin ang mga Enero hanggang pagtanda. 🙂

-Ayy malandiii haha 😛

Tulog naaaaaaaaaaaaa ❤

“She needed a hero, so she became one.”

|Someone’s tattoo| 

 

Everyone needs a hero.

It’s not the cape-type hero but at least someone who would be there

when you need someone.

 

Someone who would listen,

not just to your sentiments

but to your endless stories about the ice cream you spilled last night,

 

the bag you ripped yesterday,

the text message you’ve sent,

the jungle-like work you have,

 

your favorite color…

 

your scars…

 

your teeth.

 

Anything under the sun.

 

 

 

Someone who would listen.

 

You know he or she would be there.

 

To lift you up when no one else does.

 

 

 

|9.8 m/s2|V|

 

Thank you for being one! I love you.  🙂