Reverberation of Mind

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English Class (No tagalog)

Pedro: Ma'am may I go out?
Teacher: Why?
Pedro: Father, mother, me
Teacher: What?
Pedro: Tatay,ina, ako

No you don't love me. You just need me so there will be someone to be there for you whenever you need me but you don't really love me. You just need me so you can feel that you're not alone. You don't love me. You just need me. It's different.
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Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.

(via moniqqletmebiteyou)

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He faced all this for you, for you to be loved, blessed, glorified, exalted, satisfied, accepted, freed and resurrected.

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I am a flower quickly fading, Here today and gone tomorrow. A wave tossed in the ocean, A vapor in the wind. Still you hear me when i’m calling, Lord you catch me when i’m falling, And you told me who i am. I am yours.

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I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.

The most beautiful submission ever sent to me from - sadgirlslikebadboys (via thejamesboyle)

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The true mark of maturity is when somebody hurts you and you try to understand their situation instead of trying to hurt them back.

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