reading noli and fili outside of class; understanding the anger, the ire; wishing that basilio never threw away the lamp
foregoing the tweed and the wool because they’re just not options in this tropical heat
staring longingly at the textile exhibits in the museum: the lovely piña, the beautiful indigenous patterns
never shy about your political opinion because our forefathers didn’t die for this bullshit
trying to find the longest sentence in nick joaquin’s stories for fun
carrying yourself with pride, knowing that the blood of revolutionaries flows through your veins
desperately searching for more of leona florentino’s poems as if your gay life depended on it
“I hope you always forgive, and you never regret, and you help somebody every chance you get.”
— Rascal Flatts (via naturaekos)
You know how to love someone, but you don't know how to believe that someone loves you, and that is your tragedy.
“I want us to have history, something longer than the small window of time we’re actually sharing, with an even longer future.” — mateo
i've read this book two years ago but i'm crying harder now ;(
Yesterday someone told me, “Your star is still rising. Perhaps it’s headed for a different constellation.” and....... I need a moment
Reminder: You are more than just a mixture of skin and bones.
Today is another day in which it feels like I can’t do anything right. Another day that makes me hate myself more. Another day that makes me wish I didn’t exist anymore.
missing them extra hard today :(