EDIT1 (11/26 2:30pm): I see that “Taga La Salle Taft ka kung…” FB page removed and blocked me after posting this blog. Whoever did that deserves trophy from Tito Sotto! Seriously how the f@#$ did that merit as a solution? #OldPeopleSwag Tawa nalang tayo hahaha!
“Don’t tell me that you love me, because anyone can tell me that. Tell me that I make you tear up with anger and frustration, but at the end of the day you still want to lay down next to me, put your arms around me, and sleep.”—(via sixpenceee)
“And then the line was quiet but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.”—John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via thatintellect)
it’s not the sexual desire, or the physical stuff I want. it’s the “I feel safe in your arms” feeling. knowing exactly where your head fits on my chest when I hug you. how our fingers intertwine perfectly. the feeing of finally being complete. those cravings are what get me.