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Gone are the days but we're still here.

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I changed my mind. I'm dating to get my vagina licked, Greta.

ADVICE

“The best advice I’ve ever gotten was said that I shouldn’t be in a relationship with anyone whom I wouldn’t marry, for it’s a waste of time and takes you off the market, so don’t worry about relationships. Build friendships, and one day maybe you’ll suddenly meet your soul mate, or you’ll realize you want to spend the rest of your life with your best friend. Your young life shouldn’t be spent trying to fall in love or even having to worry about a partner. Your life right now should be filled with spending time on finding yourself and building friendships.” -s.p

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This is where I got my username from.

The first thing Snape asks Harry is “Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?” According to Victorian Flower Language, asphodel is a type of lily meaning ‘My regrets follow you to the grave’ and wormwood means ‘absence’ and also typically symbolized bitter sorrow. If you combined that, it meant ‘I bitterly regret Lily’s death’.

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Hello, Tumblr! It’s nice to be back :)

I am writing something and it starts with, “That last time I was here my hymen was still intact.”

03:06 AM //  02/15/2021

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Hi!

Hi, Tumblr! It's been a while. Haven't posted in a long time. Thought i got locked out of my account. Many things have changed. I've grown taller, but still naive.

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Why There Is High Tide During a Full Moon (Ibanag)

Long, long ago only gods live in this world, the earth, seas, and sky were ruled by three different powerful gods.

The sun god, who ruled the sky, had a very beautiful daughter, Luna, the moon enjoyed going around the heavens in her golden chariot. One day she found herself taking another path which led her outside her kingdom. She wandered on until she reached the place where the sky met the sea. Beautiful and unusual sights greeted her eyes. As she was admiring the beautiful things around, a voiced startled her. It asked,”Where has thou come from, most beautiful one?”

Turning around she saw a young man who looked much like his father though fairer. She wanted to run away, but when she looked at him again, she saw that he is smiling at her. Taking courage she answered,”I am Luna, daughter of the sun of god.”

The young man smiled at her and answered,”I am Mar, the son of the sea god. Welcome to our kingdom.” Soon the two became good friends. They had many interesting stories to tell each other. When it was time for Luna to go, they promised to see each other as often as they could, for they have many more tales to tell. They continued meeting at the same spot until they realized that they were in love with each other.

One day after one of their secret meetings, Luna went back to the heavens full of joy. She was so happy that she told her secret to one of her cousins. This cousin, jealous of her beauty and her happiness, reported the affair to the sun god. The sun god was angered at his daughter’s disobedience to the immortal laws. He shut her in the garden and did not allow her to go out. Then he sent a messenger to the sea god informing him that his son Mar disobeyed the immortal law. The sea god, who was also angered by his son’s disobedience, imprisoned him in one his sea caves.

Luna stayed in the garden sometime. She was very sad at not being able to see Mar. She longed to be with him again. Feeling restless one day, she escaped from the garden. She took her golden chariot and rushed to their meeting place. Mar, who was imprisoned in the sea cave, saw her reflection on the water. He wanted to get out to meet her. He tried had to get out of his cave causing unrest in the sea. Luna waited for Mar to appear, but he did not come. Then she went back home very sad.

Each time she remembered Mar, she would rush out in the golden chariot to the meeting place in hopes of seeing him again.

The fishermen out in the sea believe that each time Luna, the moon, appears, the sea gets troubled. “It is Mar trying yo escape from his cave,” they say.

Source: History of Philippine Literature: Pre-Colonial Period

#literature #Луна

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iridescent

(adjective) Recognized as one of beautiful words in the English language, iridescent is the most mystically colorful in the spectrum of vocabulary. Iridescent describes the change of color at different angles. Most importantly, it focuses on the luminosity projected by each color. Its beauty is also found in its sound; just say the word. Uttering the word evokes enough beauty. But defining the word establishes an ethereal quality of color found in nature, such as that of a rainbow, seashells or soap bubbles, which rapidly change at every transitory movement.   (via wordsnquotes)

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Why?

I don’t even know why.

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Notepad&Feelings Part I - Hangin

Writer siya. Writer din ako. Parehas kaming manunulat. Pero magkaiba ang aming mga dahilan - ako siya at siya naman ay ang isang siya. Alam ko na hindi ako 'siya.' Hindi ko alam kung kailan siya naging manunulat, pero ako matagal ko ng sinulat sa hangin ang mga bagay na tungkol sa kanya.

Sa hangin kasi kahit anong salubong sa kanya ng mga ito, hindi naman niya makikita. Sa hangin kasi baka umabot man lang sa kanya. Sa hangin kasi hindi napipigilan. Sa hangin kasi nawawala.

Oo, nabasa ko. Nabasa ko ang mga sinulat niya para sa kanya. Sa kanya na maihahalintulad ang mga pinakamagaganda at mabubulaklak na mga salita. Siya kung bakit siya nagsusulat at siya kung bakit ito nababasa ng lahat. Ano bang meron siya na wala sa mga salita ko? Ano bang meron sa mga salita niya na lumalabas lamang sa kanyang mga bibig at higit sa lahat, kung bakit siya ay isang manunulat. Malaya ko ng isunusulat.

Malaya ko ng ipababasa sa lahat ngunit kailan mo nga ba ito mababasa? 

Nakikita mo ako, nakakasabay at nakakatinginan. Pero hinding hindi mo malalaman na manunulat din ako at ito ay para sa iyo.

Kasusulat ko lang nito. Kakabasa ko lang ng mga bagay tungkol sa kanya. Siya ang iyong dahilan. At ikaw naman ang aking dahilan.

#Malayang pagsulat #tula #tagalog #filipino #Notepad&Feelings

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When life is giving you a good time…

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TUBIG

Ako ay parang napapariwara dahil sa kahahanap ng tubig dahil ako ay uhaw na uhaw. Nakita ko na tuyo na ang mga dagat. Pawis na pawis ako. Buti na lang panaginip lang ang lahat. Nung nagising ako lumabas ako agad ng kwarto at pumunta sa kusina para uminom ng tubig. Dinamdam ko ang pag-inom dahil baka iyon na ang huling beses na makaiinom ako ng tubig. Natakot ako. May nabasa kasi ako na sa darating na 2020 ay may posibilidad na na maubos ang tubig.* Mayaman at mahirap nag-aagawan para sa tubig. At alam ko na sa darating na panahon ay hindi mapapantayan ang importansya ng tubig kahit anong pera pa ang itapat para lamang makainom.

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Habang Filipino ll namin ay pinasulat kami ng aming propesor ng kahit ano/anything under the sun sa loob ng 5 minuto at additional na 2 minuto.

Ito ay base sa totoong panaginip ko.

*Kakaunti na lang ang supply ng tubig.

#tubig

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Taking pictures in a very old-fashioned way is truly one of a kind. Most pictures nowadays are no longer printed, but uploaded online instead. Sometimes we have to go back 10 years ago when we were just using films and negatives.

#polaroid #camera

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Start strong, stay strong and finish strong by always remembering why you're doing it in the first place.

Hplyrikz

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Lang Leav

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Oh my goodness. Your writing is great. It's so in depth and detailed. Heartfelt and dare I say, pure. I sincerely look forward to more of your writing, if you choose to make more on my Dash. You have a new fan. ~Sanchez

Thank you so much!!! I never thought I would get feedback from people I don’t know. I really appreciate you! :)

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I'm just like this..

My writing is all the same shit. It’s repetitive. I know. I often use the same words and exact same structure, format and motifs. Every single poem falls under a certain genre that I constantly use. Darkness. Love poems. unrequited love poems. Society. religion. Sad shit. personal. it’s all the same. I know. I suck at this. But I’ll keep doing it anyways.

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Child's Play

We were all once kids and we enjoyed much of our childhood. Most of us, as a kid, loved and excelled in art. I know that many of us, while growing up, have lost our interest/passion in art. And that’s exactly what happened to me. When I was a kid, I used to draw a lot but now, I do not even touch my art materials.

(Two of my high school classmates haha!)

Just like what C.S. Lewis said, ”Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different?” Back when you were holding your parents’ hands, but now you’re walking down the aisle getting married. When you were just pretending that you were pregnant, but now you’re expecting your first child. When you were just daydreaming every minute of everyday that someday you’d be an astronaut, doctor, engineer etc., but now you’re up on stage getting your diploma. Time is so fast. It was just like the other day when you were in the bathroom singing in the shower and blowing bubbles, but now you’re standing in the shower for many hours thinking about life. Reminiscing the past is like visiting an old friend. You realize that you’ve changed a lot over the years.

Hinding hindi ko makakalimutan ‘yung sinabi ng professor ko sa IntroArts. Sabi niya, ” Tumabi kayo sa pagtulog sa magulang niyo dahil dadating ang panahon hindi niyo na magagawa ‘yun kasi asawa niyo na ang katabi niyo.”

#childhood #art #drawing #childhood memories