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The Ancient Runes

( I adopted the name Thean) || 18 || In solitude.

"Contemplare et contemplata aliis tradere."

I miss you, friend. :) asked by Anonymous

Friend, same here! :) 
Good to know na marunong ka pala makamiss. :P 

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(Source: psych-facts)

I just want to cringe now, and assume a fetal position over the creased blanket of my uneven bed, and sleep with my hard pillows which brought me a series of neck pains. I’ll just hug them tonight. It would not be of any difference compared with hugging a corpse’s back turned towards me.

I just want to hibernate like a panda in midst of a long and cold winter. 
Afterall, the rainy season has started. Raindrops.
I’m starting to feel deprived of the summer sun’s heat. But I’ll just manage to give everyone a fake smile.

Mantikilya


Now, I know what a broken heart feels like. I never imagined it could be that literal. I thought getting a heart broken was just a tacky cliche people use for sympathy.

You proved me wrong. Every time you walked away, I get a feeling that my heart would stop beating. I’m out of breath, and I feel like I’m having a cardiac arrest. And the only thing I can do is to pretend like I don’t care. Maybe if I play it cool enough, I would win. You know how they say that when a heart breaks it never breaks even? Well, lucky you. You get the lion’s share. You always win. As for me, well, I’m used to being a loser.

And every time, I feel like I’m getting a head-start, you sweep me off my feet again. My heart starts to race. Then you go cold shoulder on me, like you always do. And I lose yet a bigger loss. Then my heart, shrinks. It doesn’t slow down but it wants to stop.

So that’s what a breaking heart feels like. Thanks for the lesson in medicine. When I grow old, and I can’t eat fatty food anymore, I’ll think of you. No amount of cholesterol will surmount the pain in the ass you give me.

Killing me slowly–ahh, you make every tacky song line sound so real. Thanks, again.

-borrowing this piece from a dear friend, Anca
http://angkabibe.wordpress.com/2013/01/18/486/

It’s been two years,no, to be more exact, that date was two years, two months and two days ago —- the date when I told you how I really feel for you. I was in love you. But back then you were not ready yet, as how you’ve said it.I know that you’re happy now with your present, and I am just a friend from the past whom you always run to when you have to seek for some pieces of advice.I don’t know, but I still feel the pain when you fondly call me “ex” though we’ve never been in a relationship.But friend, it is always to my delight when you ask for my help, when you ask for my opinion.As I always say, “Helping you by saving you from being broken makes my shattered and utterly useless life regain a little of its importance.”Well, maybe, that’s the reason we’re still together as faith might have designed it. But I have to let go now of the love and the pain it caused me.I’m letting you go now…-theancientrunes

It’s been two years,no, to be more exact, that date was two years, two months and two days ago —- the date when I told you how I really feel for you. 

I was in love you. But back then you were not ready yet, as how you’ve said it.

I know that you’re happy now with your present, and I am just a friend from the past whom you always run to when you have to seek for some pieces of advice.

I don’t know, but I still feel the pain when you fondly call me “ex” though we’ve never been in a relationship.

But friend, it is always to my delight when you ask for my help, when you ask for my opinion.

As I always say, “Helping you by saving you from being broken makes my shattered and utterly useless life regain a little of its importance.”

Well, maybe, that’s the reason we’re still together as faith might have designed it.

But I have to let go now of the love and the pain it caused me.

I’m letting you go now…


-theancientrunes

(via infelice)

You seemed so real for a fraction of time.
You seemed too real - - -
I thought, I’ll be able to touch you, and feel you again.

But then, you dissipated like smoke in thin air. 
Illusion, just an illusion.
An illusion of a desperate soul.


-theancientrunes

what do you think?




When you’re thinking of doing it again with me, how do you imagine it, doctor?


Well, as for me, yes, I’m guilty of thinking of you when I’m giving pleasure to myself every now and then. I’m recapturing the moments when your wholeness was like a sacrifice offered to the altar of the faithful; your naked body laid in my bed waiting for me to defile your already defiled body.

You were there, silent and still. I’m unsure of what is going through your mind, but I care not for you were already there.

And then the kissing, the varying phase and the pressure and pleasure, even if I do know that it may even have no passion at all, no emotion, just pure pleasure. That’s what I want about you; you love it when you’re in control of people’s mind. You love it when people have to think of things you’ve caused, actually, in truth, you don’t even care even if they die trying to figure you out. You’re that type of psycho-sadist, my most favorite one.

Then, I’ll do as my whim commands; I’ll do it as how I want it to be. I always fancy the taste of your body, especially when your chest sweats a little. It pleasures me when you feel a little pain when I bite your nipples and when you moan as I play them with my tongue.

I would never forget how your body reacts to my simple touch, how your back arcs when I go down below and when I caress your most sensitive spot.

I love it when you curse a little while you try to suppress those little “ohs” and “ahs” —- little things which encourage me more, little things which you want to deprive me of.

And then, the finale, my ultimate reward. 


When you’re thinking of doing it again with me, how do you imagine it, doctor?

Do you want a little more experimentation? I’m ready for such. Maybe next time, you want to try giving commands.>

Just name it.



-theancientrunes

Definitional subjectivity.

Definitional subjectivity.

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via psych-facts)