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Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.

— (via psych-facts)

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

— It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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21 Minutes of the Earth’s Rotation
Took some photos of the stars yet again. This is a stack of 83 pictures with a 5 second exposure each at f/2.0, ISO 1600 and a few seconds interval in between shots(I don’t recall how many second exactly I set the interval for). 
Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil

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21 Minutes of the Earth’s Rotation

Took some photos of the stars yet again. This is a stack of 83 pictures with a 5 second exposure each at f/2.0, ISO 1600 and a few seconds interval in between shots(I don’t recall how many second exactly I set the interval for). 

Photographed by: Paolo Nacpil

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Artist: The Shins
Song: Simple Song
Album: Port Of Morrow
Plays: 82
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I made a fumbling play for your heart
and the act struck a spark
You wore a charm in your chain
that I stole especially for you
Love’s such a delicate thing that we do,
with nothing to prove; which I never knew

I remember this song from How I Met Your Mother :)

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