Just some pictures of my things, and some of my art. Other random things may also pop up.

Ang sabi nila, ikaw ang nagsusulat ng sarili mong istorya. Ang tanong ko, "Sa paanong paraan?" Kung totoong ikaw ang nagsusulat ng sarili mong istorya, paano na lang ang mga taong walang kakayahang sumulat at bumasa? Wala na ba silang karapatang magkaroon ng sariling pahina? Ang mundo ba ay sadyang nilikha lamang para sa mga taong may kakayahan? May kayamanan? May kaalaman? Ang mga taong may kakayahan lang ba ang mayroong karapatang pumili ng kanilang kinabukasan? Kung ikaw ang nagsusulat ng sarili mong istorya, nasaan ang Diyos sa kwento mo? ~•'~•'~•'~•'~•'~•'~•''╬''~•'~•'~•'~•'~•'~•'~• ✧ Ranked #1 in Atheism🥇 ✧

Nueva Vizcaya Series #1 (ON-HOLD)

A poem of love lost, hurt, confiding in alcohol and struggling to love again

[COMPLETED] 🥈#2 in Waste -How do you feel when you just find yourself hanging on nothing but broken hopes and dreams? How would it be like if one day, a glimpse of hope would surprise you? Would you still grab it when you are afraid that it would, at the end, be broken just like the others? And, at the peak of your happiness, suddenly, the rainbows you cherished for a little while would fall and shatter your future self...

Warning: Huwag ma-fall sa Basketball player. Baka idaan ka lang sa bola. . . PS: Maging single ka na lang!

Advises, hugots na maapektuhan ka dahil minsan sa sobrang sakit ay di mo na kayang ngumiti at minsan sa sobrang saya ay parang ayaw mo ng magpakawala kaya nagiging breakup.

It has been two months since Jian Yi has come back. Zhan Zheng Xi doesn't know how to adjust, nor to think. (Two-shot.)

Just the sight of that cocky bastard is enough to make Mo Guan Shan vacillate between fucking him and running away screaming bloody murder. He thinks he's teetering on the edge of insanity, but he just can't seem to get this poisonous need out of his bloodstream. Ears aflame, he just has to endure the tremulous want in his heart as He Tian prances around him like a nimble spider; always teasing, and so far out of reach. [A story of mischief, lust, hatred and love in equal measure, and boys being boys under the scorching heat of Hangzhou.] (He Tian/Mo Guan Shan) Art by Old Xian

A story of a girl suddenly forgot everything about her entire life about her family,friends,and everything including the special guy on her life. Medical series 1 R-18 Browse my other story. Just click my profile and browse for more.