❝We all are addicted to something that ruins us.❞ Just some powerful quotes that I found and compiled them into a book. Highest rank; #1 in Poetry (straight #1 from March 16, 2016 - April 18, 2016)

A piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.

You are the reason I have ink stains on my fingertips. art by yuschav arly

Sinteya Yeo has always been into "sinful" acts until her world was shaken when she took the challenge of playing fire with her respectable college professor. ***** Pinaniniwalaan ni Sinteya Yeo na sex objects lang ang tingin ng mga lalaki sa mga babae, a belief borne from the fact that she's the daughter of a single mother and unknown father. Kung sex lang ang habol ng mga ito, then sex lang ang ibibigay niya and nothing else. That view in life molded the woman she is today until she sets her sights on her handsome ethics professor, Sir Marco, who brushes off sexual innuendos and flirtations. As her frustration of proving her point turns into deeper, warm, and fuzzy feelings, hindi mapigilan ni Sinteya na ibaling ang tukso sa isa pang forbidden conquest, a more willing victim . . . because she believes that forbidden acts are the most pleasurable.

A (not-so) hopeless romantic writer. A weird (not-so-much of a) stranger. A lot of (denying) feelings in between. A (continuation of the online) connection that ends on 11 / 23.

The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )

The Wattys 2016 Collector's Edition Winner Dear Commenter, Nami-miss ko na ang comment mo. Sana mag-comment ka na ulit. Kapag nagko-comment ka kasi nararamdaman ko ang pagtibok ng puso ko. Nakakaramdam ako nang saya.Bakit kahit hindi pa kita kilala ay pakiramdam ko ay in love na ako sa iyo?Mahal na yata kita. Posible ba 'to? Naleletse nang dahil sa iyo, Ms. Secret No Clue

A writer. A weird stranger. A lot of little conversations. An online understanding. Every night. 23:11.

When I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]