The mountain that you see is the collection of all the letters given to me through time.
It feels better to toss away the phone and the earphones what with the sound of the wind making the bamboo shoots bend and the dry leaves fall and the flowers sway. What with the sound of the keys clicking with the pressing of my fingers and the hum of the air exchanged through my breathing.
Okay i lied about being on diet. Sorry?
Kaarawan ngayon ng kapatid ko hahaha happy birthday, Patrick! =))
“Newspaper Blackout” by Austin Kleon
I happen to own this book and I thought I would recommend it to you all for some inspiration and/or laughs.
Hey, thanks for sharing! Y’all can get your own copy here.
—AK
This is the dining room wall.
Anonymous asked: Wow. You're really pretty.
Lol
I wish you were queer.
Even the Poets
Even the poets
wait like vultures
for something beautiful
to die
so that they might soil it
with their words.
