February 2012
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Watchmymindatwork:
Geordane performing his poem, Flesh Memory, during the poetry slam —Like A Virgin: Slamming for the Very First Time— last February 14, 2012.
FLESH MEMORY Geordane Tabo-oy
Strange, how it’s already been a day But I can still smell you on my fingertips— Can still taste you in the back of my throat— Can still hear your voice in the long silences.
The memory of your deep laugh...
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“The point of having an open mind, like having an open mouth, is to close it on...”
– G.K. Chesterton
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“We mortals have many weaknesses. We feel too much, love too much, all too soon...”
– Sir Walter Raleigh (Elizabeth: The Golden Age)
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Reblog this if you AREN'T homophobic.
i-am-canada:
michaelandthegodsquad:
basiliskheir:
askfionnatheadventurer:
franks-sexy-flaming-butthole:
notstalkingyou:
brightestsnitchofherage:
Just want to see how many of my followers actually reblog this.
IT’S OKAY
TO BE GAY
I WON’T MIND
IF YOU LIKE YOUR KIND
IT’S OKAY
TO BE GAY
I’D STILL LOVE YOU
AND OTHERS WILL TOO
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Got caught between the Devil and the deep, blue sea.
I chose the Devil; the sea can wait.
Decisions, decisions.
Let’s hope I chose the right one.
“I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true...”
– John Green, “The Fault In Our Stars” (via melodiesintheair)
My absolute favorite line by the late Augustus Waters.
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A point of view
Right. This is going to be about The Fault In Our Stars by John Green, which, thanks to a good friend of mine, I have had the honor of reading.
Although I am probably one of the last person on Earth to have read it, I will still try to give away as little spoilers as possible.
It is beautifully written, yes. But it is quite difficult to read, considering the reader is well aware of the fact that...
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My favorite perfume is not bottled
It is a wonderful experience, taking a book into your hands, running your fingers along its spine, gently thumbing through the edges of the pages, and finally raising it to your nose and taking a deep, deep breath.
Immediately, the perfume of the book takes your mind into a whirlwind ride, and expands your heart ten thousand times its size. Each breath you take, inhaling the scent of the pages,...
January 2012
39 posts
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Thoughts of a Tired Mind
(Confessions of the Sleep-Deprived)
When I sleep late and am forced to wake up really early the morning after, I spend the rest of the day coming up with completely random thoughts—most of which are reflective, and I find myself wiser afterwards (if I remember what I’ve been thinking about, that is) but are otherwise counter-productive as it causes me to space out and become unaware of my...
Give me a moment to stand back, and enjoy the...
Give me a moment to reflect on these things happening to me.
Allow me to weigh my options, to see
Which fork in the path I should take
And hope I make good, for everybody’s sake.
Just a moment. That’s all I need.
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“Words - so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how...”
– Nathaniel Hawthorne
(saw this printed on a Papemelroti product while browsing through the shop’s paper-crafts. I was about to jot it down on my phone when the saleslady sweetly pointed out the “No Texting” sign. So I had to look for it in the Net.)
Laro tayo ng mahal-mahalan at pag nagustuhan mo,...
“Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing,...”
– Alan Watts (via neil-gaiman)
Yes, sirs. I shall follow your advice.
crazymiddlechild asked: Good god! Your first entry is a fricken spider! I almost shoved the laptop away! >.<
“Make good stuff, then make it easy for people to buy it. There’s your...”
– Jonathan Coulton is wise.
http://www.jonathancoulton.com/2012/01/21/megaupload/
(via neil-gaiman)
exactly. affordable and accessible.
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Oh, the woes of a virgin book
I was at my ex’s earlier today. We had been commissioned by the School of Medicine just December of last year, to help them in their Dramafest entry for Modern Interpretative Dance; my ex being the choreographer, and myself to be in charge of composing the accompanying annotation and to coach the annotator. And since we both didn’t belong to that particular School, we had been promised...
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Sometimes...
My dream-self remembers events from other dreams that I’ve had in the past (even long-past).
I wake up and think, where did that come from? No, I’m pretty sure it didn’t happen for real… Then it must have been a fragment from a previous dream! Cool!
It’s just fascinating to think that my dream-self has dream-memories of things happening in my dream-past!
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Every year, typically during the second semester, Saint Louis University holds the Arts Festival. A triple-layered event consisting of the Music Festival, Dance Festival and the Drama Festival.
Every year, the different colleges (or schools) within the university compete for the championship titles from the various categories under the three festivals. Bedecked with heckling from rival schools,...
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