Movin’ out

Decided to move out but will still cross-post every once in a while.

New blog:
http://inlikewithmybike.wordpress.com

luksme27, youtube.com

So tell me, who wouldn’t wanna live in this city? :)))

Made with Paper

Made with Paper

First stop, Kayangan Lake! Thanks to Marius’s pocket wifi. Uploading photos while signal lasts ;)

First stop, Kayangan Lake! Thanks to Marius’s pocket wifi. Uploading photos while signal lasts ;)

thegoodmike:

Because yes, it really is more fun in the Philippines!

Made with Paper

Made with Paper

Putting a sprinkle of positive vibes in planning my year :)

Putting a sprinkle of positive vibes in planning my year :)

Odd man out: Children’s literature, fine motor ideas, and tikoy

Odd man out: Children’s literature, fine motor ideas, and tikoy

Avant-garde

The email alert. The blinking cursor. And then, the thread that went on until it could.

Yo: Estás o no?
Tú: No, no estoy. Llegué apenas. Acaso, me necesitabas?
Yo: Me gustaba hablar contigo. No lo necesitaba, Pero tal vez, lo querría. Necesitar no es la unica razón, De que me apetecerá echar un mensaje, A un amigo cabrón.
Tú: Estás muy filosófica y filológica : )
Yo: Estoy y soy.
Tú: Skype?

I felt my limbs smile. They are tugged gently in all the right places, creating a pleasant tension that lingers in my sleep. Even the grooves in my palm are curved upward on the edges. They say it’s love. I’m not even asking how they knew. People pick up lovestruck and loony woman signals just like that. But it’s not the kind of love they think it is. This is renaissance and avant-garde love, if that makes even a fraction of sense.

You flatter me with your occasional dry humor. It is unexpected and wrong, but it works. You waste your time with nonsense youtube videos of robot dogs and dog robots and llamas, among other silly memes. It chokes me up to watch you waste it all away unrepentantly with a breathless chuckle. Our three-hour long conversations is my pocketful of sunshine. And who said the air is dead when there’s silence? There’s just loose molecules that virtually and physically separates, but it is alive. It is alive with your thoughts of my thoughts and my thoughts of yours.

There were good enough reasons to flee. I tried, and I came back crying like a sucker for people who ate their words whole for the sake of anything that resembles love. I didn’t mind proving myself wrong for wanting to disappear. You are in a world that I might have conjured up for myself out of the necessity to romanticize. But romanticism isn’t always bad, not even when it leads to brokenness. Brokenness is always better than nothing.

I close my eyes when I am tired and I check my email when I’m bored. But I will not run away because I love you, mi hormiga. The causal link doesn’t exist. You are real to me. I can feel you breathe. You inspire me to be my own self, to laugh about a random cow’s tongue when it’s not supposed to be funny. I now understand that on some indulgent occasions, love, like humor, need not have walls. Love can be friendship, and good company, and stupidity, and rapping like the reggaeton stars, and amazing emails, and whispering goodnight, and salsa dancing. It can be anything because it’s free.

I am here now. I came back to unapologetically love you.

You’re weightless. But not dead…

You’re weightless. But not dead…