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Hi, i'm kaye. I was born the year of 1998 in one of the beautiful islands of the Philippines. I tend to be socially awkward sometimes in front of people, so hiding behind the screen is always the best option for me. If you need someone to talk to, I'm here for ya. Oh! Myself? Food lover. Camera junkie. Child at heart. Panda enthusiast. Short. Asian.My heart is taken by my one and only soul mate ^.^

found a beautiful polaroid today at a flea market. wish it worked i would’ve bought it in a heartbeat with no hesitation. #polaroid #spectra2

found a beautiful polaroid today at a flea market. wish it worked i would’ve bought it in a heartbeat with no hesitation. #polaroid #spectra2

Anonymous said: at some point would you draw your self? so we can see how you see you? (not really a request but idk you can do it whenever if you want to)

oblyvian:

well currently i see myself as a blob thing with no limbs

image

i-mperfecct:

kassditt0:

perfectlyquaint:

justnotindie:

goldcoastfamily:

“If there is no ups and downs, it means that you are dead” 

I just saw this without the picture and realized the deeper meaning…

I will never get over this

Woah

fuck

i-mperfecct:

kassditt0:

perfectlyquaint:

justnotindie:

goldcoastfamily:

“If there is no ups and downs, it means that you are dead” 

I just saw this without the picture and realized the deeper meaning…

I will never get over this

Woah

fuck
thelureoffantasies:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 
You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely. 
You must remember when she forgets. 
You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention. 
She remembers when you forget. 
You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.
You must learn her. 
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her. 

Wow… this is beautiful. 

thelureoffantasies:

thunderpopcola:

This is how you lose her. 

You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to her: the sincerity in a stranger’s voice during a trip to the grocery, the delight of finding something lost or forgotten like a sticker from when she was five, the selflessness of a child giving a part of his meal to another, the scent of new books in the store, the surprise short but honest notes she tucks in her journal and others you could only see if you look closely.

You must remember when she forgets. 

You lose her when you don’t notice that she notices everything about you: your use of the proper punctuation that tells her continuation rather than finality, your silence when you’re about to ask a question but you think anything you’re about to say to her would be silly, your mindless humming when it is too quiet, your handwriting when you sign your name in blank sheets of paper, your muted laughter when you are trying to be polite, and more and more of what you are, which you don’t even know about yourself, because she pays attention.

She remembers when you forget. 

You lose her for every second you make her feel less and less of the  beauty that she is. When you make her feel that she is replaceable. She wants to feel cherished. When you make her feel that you are fleeting. She wants you to stay. When you make her feel inadequate. She wants to know that she is enough and she does not need to change for you, nor for anyone else because she is she and she is beautiful, kind and good.

You must learn her. 

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to. 

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her. 

Wow… this is beautiful.