Causa Sine Qua Non
#beach #nofilter #beautiful  (at Shangri-La’s Mactan Resort and Spa)

#beach #nofilter #beautiful (at Shangri-La’s Mactan Resort and Spa)

"Any fool can criticize, condemn, and complain but it takes character and self control to be understanding and forgiving." - Dale Carnegie
(via the-random-quotes)
Y. That perfect letter. The wishbone, fork in the road, empty wineglass. The question we ask over and over.
Marjorie Celona, Y (via endangerment)
Drunk text me. I want
to be the one you think of
when you can’t think straight.
"Drunk Texts are Flattering" by Claire Luisa (via valleyes)

“In English,” Professor Austin said, “a double negative forms a positive. However, in some languages, such as Russian, a double negative remains a negative. But there isn’t a single language, not one, in which a double positive can express a negative.”



A voice from the back of the room piped up, “Yeah, right.”

Ready to go for a #run with @kathleenserrano @tabethauy & @kara_mendoza #TotalLifestyleChange #Flyknits #NikePlus #YesMakeFunOfMePlease #Hopeful

Ready to go for a #run with @kathleenserrano @tabethauy & @kara_mendoza #TotalLifestyleChange #Flyknits #NikePlus #YesMakeFunOfMePlease #Hopeful

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Evenings with #CharlesBukowski #Love #Literature

Evenings with #CharlesBukowski #Love #Literature

Charles Bukowski Mornings. ||      I will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love 
and how you gave me 
everything you had 
and how I 
offered you what was left of 
me, 
and I will remember your small room 
the feel of you 
the light in the window 
your records 
your books 
our morning coffee 
our noons our nights 
our bodies spilled together 
sleeping 
the tiny flowing currents 
immediate and forever 
your leg my leg 
your arm my arm 
your smile and the warmth 
of you 
who made me laugh 
again.

Charles Bukowski Mornings. || I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.

Choice: That was the thing.

Choice: That was the thing.