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    Blades. #philippines #photography (at San Jose City Public Market)

    Blades. #philippines #photography (at San Jose City Public Market)

    — 1 day ago
    #philippines  #photography 
    When he’s bored, he can really do lots of things. Even make a portrait of his friend who is probably as bored as he is.
Guys, yep, it’s me. Drawn by the great and skillful Bernard Gatus. <3 Check out his work! gatusby.tumblr.com

    When he’s bored, he can really do lots of things. Even make a portrait of his friend who is probably as bored as he is.

    Guys, yep, it’s me. Drawn by the great and skillful Bernard Gatus. <3 Check out his work! gatusby.tumblr.com

    — 2 days ago with 1 note
    Late night. Reading a local romance novel just because I need to, plus writing about it and trying my best to find beauty in it. And it&#8217;s Maundy Thursday.

    Late night. Reading a local romance novel just because I need to, plus writing about it and trying my best to find beauty in it. And it’s Maundy Thursday.

    — 4 days ago
    Done dubbing with Sarah G. She&#8217;s a real pleasure to work with! ❤️ (at Starpost)

    Done dubbing with Sarah G. She’s a real pleasure to work with! ❤️ (at Starpost)

    — 4 days ago with 3 notes
    April 8

    I got emotional with the thought that I almost forgot what April 8 meant for me. It’s April 9 and all the memories poured in. The heartbreak, the shattering of my soul, the unexpected death of a part of me. It was something that still affects me up to this day. After several successes in my workplace, I apparently couldn’t still move on from what happened a year ago. And it still is a driving force to how I drive my life up until this point.

    But maybe the reason why it still something important to me is that it is still a story that needs to be told. It was something that I deliberately tried to move away from these past few months. I didn’t give it the chance for it to live in the hearts of others, just because I felt that it was a failure.

    But I just hope, and I sincerely hope, that I could share the heartbreak to more people this year. Just to show the people that one moment in my life, I poured my heart and soul to something that really mattered to me. That one moment in my life, I was capable of loving something so much that it actually had the power to destroy me. A power so great that I am still in the process of rebuilding myself, putting the pieces back together. Because my inability to find that heart again would be detrimental to my being. Poisoning my capacity. It shields the bright light that I need to reach.

    And somehow, that pain blinded me. It shouldn’t supposed to be just about me in the first place. I made it in part as a contribution to the movement. It was my contribution to the dreams of building a cinema that emancipates, a cinema that builds, a cinema that is truthful, a cinema that is for and with the masses. And with that, the film shouldn’t rot in the confines of my archives.

    Darling, let’s give ourselves another shot.

    — 1 week ago with 1 note
    Because someone wanted to end the day the Parisian way. @kookoolab @abbiemenor  (at La Vie Parisienne)

    Because someone wanted to end the day the Parisian way. @kookoolab @abbiemenor (at La Vie Parisienne)

    — 1 week ago
    Migraine

    The air that fills our lungs is poison
    Moving eyeballs mark my end
    The sight, the prickly smell of your breath
    the hair that tickled my face, my cheeks
    Skinheads, Margarita, paranoia
    Keeping my mind away, keeping me cool.

    Do we keep it this way
    do we dance all night, risk the pain
    Think that I can just ignore this game
    that for real you’re causing my migraine.

    Stop asking me why I can’t say no to you
    It’s my heart that’s saying that I want you to
    Just stay in my head,
    Never escape, never relocate
    Because your gaze, your eyes, your lips
    is like cocaine, like champagne,
    gives me my migraine.

    Hear the drips and drops and tinker tops
    Musky scent will mark my end
    The moves, the funky side of your life
    the thrusts that made me deaf.
    Tight shirt, Sangria, I am higher;
    Keeping my mind alive, keeping me hot.

    Stop and say now that you need me
    I can’t hear myself screaming, revolting;
    You caused me the pain, the most haunting way
    you’re making me lose this game
    Tunnel vision, dizzy mission
    The sight of you, hallucinations
    you could just lose and give it away
    and stop giving me this migraine.

    — 2 weeks ago with 4 notes
    #poetry  #spilled ink  #love 
    Because @kookoolab left us without saying goodbye. Hahaha. We need you in our lives Kookai! :)))

    Because @kookoolab left us without saying goodbye. Hahaha. We need you in our lives Kookai! :)))

    — 2 weeks ago
    An American Occupation water tank, now called The CLSU Tower. I had a similar analog photo of this years ago, I took it for my photography class. Tried to recreate it through my phone. Haha. #photography #philippines #tourism  (at Central Luzon State University (CLSU))

    An American Occupation water tank, now called The CLSU Tower. I had a similar analog photo of this years ago, I took it for my photography class. Tried to recreate it through my phone. Haha. #photography #philippines #tourism (at Central Luzon State University (CLSU))

    — 3 weeks ago
    #photography  #tourism  #philippines