Jai. 20. ISFJ.
BA Communications Graduate. Working Boy. Baguio City. PH.

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my heart can only take so much disappointment. stop it, life. please. stop.

“It’s not your job to fix me.
I never asked you to
patch up my holes
or fill up my empty spaces,
but the least you could do
is to not add any more
perforations to my
moon cratered heart,
but you strike me like
a meteor shower
and leave me more wrecked
than I already am.
How am I supposed to heal
when the wounds
just keep overlapping?”

To all my triggers (by Jai R.)

Stayed up late to draw this because goddammit I miss sleeping with next to you.

“Put on your earphones,
drown out the sound,
close your eyes,
you’re safer now.
flush out the hurtful words,
the guns in your head,
deafen youself
so you won’t hear
another word of hatred.”

– Earphones (by Jai R.)

Everything I do is to make you proud, but I always end up being a disappointment to you.

“My back flat on the bed,
feet pointed upward,
hands on my chest,
I fall asleep the way
corpses lie in coffins.
As the sky goes to rest,
so do my troubles,
I bury them six inches
under my pillow
and say my prayers,
and when the sun
rises again tomorrow,
I awake in fetal position
feeling born again,
thinking maybe today
brings a life worth living.”

Starting over again (by Jai R.)

“The taste of cigarettes
and the taste of liquor
blends perfectly,
not in one mouth
but two.
We’ll build sin city
on our tongues,
branching out,
creating an empire
from my neck
to your chest
down my spine
and onto your laps,
heave and hoe,
we’ll use our hands,
this empire will stand,
but only for a moment,
and then we crumble
to dust.”

Sin City (by Jai R.)

When shit happens

clean up,

pull up your pants,

and flush the toilet.

“Within my mouth
floats a message
in a bottle,
uncork it and find
the letters I hide,
paragraphs written,
stories engraved
on the cell wall
surface of my teeth,
flip through the pages
twisted and tied
onto my tongue,
I won’t speak a word,
I won’t make a sound,
so read my lips,
cigarette burnt
and scarred,
listen to what
I don’t say
when you kiss me.”

– Read my lips (by Jai R.)

“I can’t count the number
of all the hairs on your head,
but I can pick out all the gray ones.
I can’t locate all the moles
on your body in their exact place,
but I do know that there’s one
under your chin and another
on your left ring finger.
And maybe you don’t know this
but you have a light birthmark
at the bottom of your spine
that looks like its own country.
I may not know everything about you,
I don’t have every inch of you
measured, and I can’t read
your every thought,
but there are a few that I know, and
one of them, is that once in a while
in your heart’s constant beating,
three of those beats belong to me,
I know that you love me,
and that will be enough for me.”

The one thing that matters (by Jai R.)

talesoftheotherguy:

Ji called it “Saturday Quickie”. 

REBLOGGING BECAUSE MYRA SAID IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN CALLED A TEASOME.

This is literal food porn you guys omg..

Anonymous asked:

What do you think about homosexuality?

I just think that the government should pass a Bill approving same-sex marriage, like ASAP.