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21. Manila, Philippines.
Friends. Books. Novels. Music. Cats. The Big Bang Theory. Snow Patrol. Movies. Poems. The Beatles. T.H. White. J.R.R. Tolkien. Dave Eggers. Orange. That 70's Show. My course. Stars (the band). Stars (the ones in the sky). Laughing. Talking. Late nights. Writing. Bouncing. If you're reading this you're bored. Family Guy. Quietdrive. Pulp Fiction. Ridley Scott. Death Proof. A Rocket to the Moon. Johnny Depp. Super heroes. Humor. Color. Raptor. Rhyming. George R.R. Martin. Smiling. Quentin Tarantino. Short Stories. Margaret Atwood. Bram Stoker. Tim Burton. Elizabeth Bathory. Left for Dead. You're really bored. Wavy hair. Jostein Gaarder. Pens. George Orwell. Mookie Katigbak. Google. Ranting. Eraserheads. Keeping silent. Close-reading. F. Sionil Jose. Critiques. Papers. Procrastinating. Dreaming. This is too long. But still not enough. You're still bored.
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Lit Major, Ateneo de Manila University
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Oh God, give me a break.
"Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past."
— Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via ponceau)
(Source: 13neighbors, via patpattycakes)
I think I’m through with being in love with people
though I’ll love mountains as only a flatlander can. To be awed
by something so big and unyielding that your desire
to conquer it never dies, though you know in your heart,
liver, neurons, axons, dendrites and womb, that it will
never happen …—Shaindel Beers, from “A Brief History of Time” in A Brief History of Time (Salt Publishing, 2009)
"It is necessary to fall in love, if only to provide an alibi for all the random despair you are going to feel anyway."
— Albert Camus (via faulknerandfieldnotes)
(Source: samsaranmusing, via petradactyl)
