Hindi naman talaga ako pala-dasal pero nung minsang napadaan yung sinasakyan kong bus sa tapat ng isang simbahan, hiniling ko na sana, ibigay ka na Niya sakin.
—Candy Magazine (April 2011)
Shit! Shit! Shit! Hahahahaha.
Parang Globe. Go lang ng go.
I don’t get it why I indulged myself to your insolence and spitefulness. Maybe; just maybe I was in my desperate moment at that time, and in seek of indemnity and with this impulsiveness that I have; I found shit on you.
#colors #foodstagram #munchies (Taken with Instagram)
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, the act of holding hands is often trivialised in its true implications. As the Beatles once said: ”I want to hold your hand”.