Tapestries of Videos

05/08/2022

Vida. #1111

05/08/2022

03/08/2022

Respect to all parents out there we know how hard it can be! 🤟👨‍👩‍👧‍👧😪

02/08/2022

30/07/2022

Life is awesome, watch this

29/07/2022

How amazing and faster they are...

29/07/2022

Monkeys has sense as well as a human being

28/07/2022

Say no to describe

28/07/2022

This kind guy rescue the naughty monkey and gives it new life

26/07/2022

Fatful beauty and funny too

25/07/2022

Scary things happened to people

25/07/2022

Best Funny Compilation of Tiktok videos

25/07/2022

Mother nature

25/07/2022

Incredible fishing

22/06/2022

At sa aking paglisan nawa'y matagpuan mo ang kasiyahang higit pa sa aking ibinigay.

—Yann

22/06/2022

I like you

Alone in a small sized room
Looking above the ceiling
It's already 2 AM in the evening
Bothered by thoughts in gloom

Heart is beating fast and mind is anxious
I do not know what to do
Am I too obvous?
That someone like me like you?

The first time we talked, my heart flutters
It's the first time heavens sided with me
Stories shared while being watched by stars
Under the nightskies where we are free

Too far and distant but we're at this moment
I do not want to lose it
This moment where it was a future to me in the present
Holding these agonizing thought

Been dropping hints for months
I do not want to be that obvious
I put them in words as I usually do
Hoping that it will reach you

But now, I shoot these words above the skies
Hoping that it will reach you and you will listen
Please hear me
'I like you'

I like you
- Tiaamoreyytt

21/06/2022

I get so lost inside your eyes
And, I found myself in a so called
“Home,” In your arms.
I feel like in a safe sanctuary,
When i embrace you wholeheartedly.

My love.

—Samara

Artwork by Joseph Lorussco

21/06/2022

Pardon me, i hope you'll understand that i am not a go easy person. I'm so hard to myself and as well the thoughts I feed to my mind. I usually re-create scenes that aren't a typical picture to the surface of a story. I can be obsessive, insecure, unproductive, outdated, psychopath, illegible and unpredictable. I may not know things or over-interpret current synopsis. I am messy most of the time. So I hope you offer kindness and understanding if you want to take a share in my life.

—My Reputation

21/06/2022

sometimes, as much as you observe the sun, moon and stars, you slowly understand where did etherealities came from— why they're unreachable.

even multiple times you tried to understand the rising and decaying sun just by looking him from afar, you can't entirely fathom the purpose of the phenomenon when you didn't study about it.

almost everyone concentrate admiring the moon and stars above. sometimes, taking the chance to talk and wish upon the stars.

sometimes, these celestial bodies are like spring of hope from withered flower.

we always want the universe to be with us, to work with us and not against our plans. however, even our tears turn blood while begging to all stars to become shooting stars for us, it will never happen. because, even the stars fooled us about shooting stars. it's not the stars falling for us to wish upon but meteorites from outer space to give us false hopes and doom our world.

our wishes upon the universe will never happen.
it's like hoping for something impossible.
it's like wishing the moon and sun to collide.

in this world, we can't force things to happen. we can't force celestials to be with us all the time, to endow everything we want. sad to say but sometimes there are things and dreams we can't fulfill because it is like how we chase the sun every morning— meant to decay and become a beautiful sunset that we will never forget in our lifetime. Heartbreaking to admit but our dreams were like a beautiful sunset yesterday.

now i truly understand why heaven is unreachable; why sun, moon, stars, sky and clouds are admirable, because that's all we can do– to admire them from afar because we can't move heaven and earth for our dreams to come true.

again, i will just continue to wish upon the universe about my unfulfilled dreams– that someday will come true. i will continue to admire celestials like my unreachable dreams.

“admiring the celestials like unreachable dreams.”

—angellaxy.
photo: angellaxy
https://www.facebook.com/hersafespaceinwilderness/

21/06/2022

ɪ ᴠᴀʟᴜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs. ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴇ sᴘᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴛᴛᴏᴏᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ɪɴ sʜᴀᴅᴇs ɪᴍᴘᴏssɪʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʀᴇɴᴛ-ғʀᴇᴇ ғᴏʀ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ. ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴇ.

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴋᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ.
ɪ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.

—she

Photo retrieved from:https://pin.it/5sSo3M1

21/06/2022

This may sound so selfish but I have to learn not to interfere nor always be there with the problems of others when I know they can deal with their own s**t. You can call me selfish all you want, but I guess I just realized how I've been playing hero a lot when the truth is I also need saving. I don't think it's such a bad thing to think that sometimes, you're all that you got.

-rey

Photo from: Dmitry Shamis

21/06/2022

I wish I received your apology before my wounds dig deeper into my bones. I wish I heard it long before these bruises didn't make numbers of blaming and blaming myself of what happened. I wish I have it when I asked for it the most, not when I am trying to heal already. Because honestly, your 'sorry' didn't mend anything, it just created more cuts, and it's becoming more painful.

—selen

Photo retrieved from:https://pin.it/6fi7oi6

21/06/2022

So, this is us.

Not only that we are both hiding our love from the world, we are also hiding it from each other . You love me secretly, and so as I do too. Only that, it is not our secret, it is just yours and it is just mine. We don’t share it with each other anymore— we just keep the same secret.

I am the skeleton in your closet , and you are the dry maple leaves pressed in between the thick pages of my book . Both grieve to be found , seen and treasured . But that’s the thing , that’s why we call it grief— that’s why we are grieving, it’s still there but no longer alive.

—Anchor
⚓️

https://www.facebook.com/anchor.writes.3

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20/06/2022

Do me a favor.
Please, don't give up.

“Always remember who you are in my eyes.”

—Ayana
Photo: Siyelo

19/06/2022

Naging mapanglaw man ang 'yong gabi,
at lagi mong tinatanong ang 'yong sarili kung kakayanin mo pa ba— na gaya ng isang barko, umuusad ka
Humagulgol na parang wala ng magandang umagang sasalubong sa dakung silangan
Ngunit kahit papano nakaukit sa puso mo na habang may buhay may pag-asa
Na puwedeng magsimula muli; na kahit ilang delubyo na ang dumaraan, magiging matatag ka ulit

Kahit na gugustuhin mo mang sumuko,
umiindayog ka pa rin sa daloy ng buhay
Gaya ng isang araw— 'di nagpapatinag
At pilit na lumalantad higit pa sa mga alapaap

Bangon. Magsimula ka muli dahil bukas ay may panibagong hamon na naman ang haharapin.

— Fiel Xandree
[Photo: Nikka Vistal]

19/06/2022

Sacrificing their needs to give what you want is the most magnificent thing a father could do.

-- Mademoiselle

Source of the artwork:
https://www.pinterest.ph/pin/110478997079257548/

19/06/2022

“My insecurities are chasing me again just like how your painful words haunt me”

–yeoubii

19/06/2022

I am the broken soul's plea under the moon— carrying some burdens, as i gazed and admire how fascinating the moon is, the beauty of the moon made me question myself, "Is there something like this that will give some shine when the dark part of my life comes?" " Is there something like this that can stay awake for me during the night?" "Is there something like this that will complete my remaining 12 hours to be a day?" " Is there anyone else for me when things turn blurry?" Or is it just me— alone.

-rey

18/06/2022

And perhaps this is my share of faults. Where I tried to seek for your love to fill the void in me, where I tried to find the love I thought was worth fighting for. I put myself into shame for how many times just because of a faith that

there is hope
there is a chance
destiny exist
and that you are my missing piece.

But I was wrong; For what you can only offer is friendship, I was nothing but an old friend. A cover, a slight companion and easy to talk with.

I thought I could make my heart whole again, but for the second time around I broke it by my own false hopes that we could be together as one.
I fell in love with a friend,
who can see me as nothing but a friend.

Nothing more, nothing less.

—Writes Yna

Photo From: Melody Pabroz

18/06/2022

The most scary and tragic departures, are the ones that has no goodbyes in them.

They’re just gone in just like that. No signs, no traces. Nothing but their absence. Something that would keep bothering your heart and soul , something that would haunt you to death forever.

I’ve seen no signs , and I heard no noise of you — turning your back away from me.

“But you’re gone— leaving no footprints in the sands.”

—Anchor
⚓️

https://www.facebook.com/anchor.writes.3

Photo retrieved from | https://pin.it/5ZqiyWc

17/06/2022

I had no idea when I did got feelings for you. It was morning but the golden sun hasn't came out yet. I don't see sunrise for I only saw a nimbostratus clouds—thick dark and gray scenery from the above. It was dim and mist outside. I am ambivalent because finally, tears from the sky would sprinkle the withered plants. However, I felt melancholic because the sky is somber. It was mixed feelings. I am not that really happy nor sad. Butterflies on my tummy easily vanished— all things seemed to be temporary. I didn't feel sparks that could linked us to be one. There's no chemistry but I am kind off smitten. Everything seemed to be balance. Is this an infatuation or love? Whatever you may call it is. I am happy to meet you along the way. Let me admire you from afar. You're a walking darkness but you mend my broken heart.

There's only one thing I realized
" Sometimes, night can save us from our weakest moment."

So, just stay still because your mere presence is already a medicine in my healing process. But, I only have one wish if ever one day you would notice me—

" Be my night during my darkest times. For I can only rest when moon showed up accompanied by countless of stars."

—Soleil

17/06/2022

"A letter to my dearest of friend, death..."

I have only met you once in my dark old room
Back then I was a kid, afraid of the dark, afraid of the monsters lurking with gloom

You entered my dream turning it into a nightmare
You woke me up staring with the most uncomfortable glare
I scream in fear as darkness consumes me
Only now to realize that what consumes me is my naivety.

Thank you my dear friend for now I am woke
Woke to the cruelty of this world
Some may fear the darkness of some sort
but now it is my greatest of comfort

I wish for you to visit me again my dear
If not, I shall try to visit you
Only I am afraid my visit shan't be temporary
The world is my hell and you are my sanctuary

✍: Stencil Pencil
Painting by Nicola Samorì

17/06/2022

I'm trying to reminisce the past and see whatever fragments of memories I had with you, but I could only count a few.

I was your punching bag when we fight, but I was also your wrestling partner when we play. Our high school teachers used to compare us. You were the rebel, they say. I was the better brother, they say. But they know nothing. You used to let me ride the bicycle so I could reach my elementary school on time. I knew you were pretending you just happened to pass me by, but I was sure you really wanted to give me a ride to school.

I remember someone bullied our sister, and you looked for that boy and taunted him but he had a pellet gun with him so he shot you in your face--you didn't flinch. I remember, you won a competition by eating labuyo. It was Papa who inititated that dinner contest. You were strong and I feared you. I feared you when you're angry. You punch without hesitation and sometimes, when you do that to me, I wish for you to vanish. And those were the mistakes of a silly boy like me.

How many years have passed? I honestly don't count. But I remember it was a sembreak on my third year in high school. When classes resumed, no one from my classmates knew I lost a brother. No teacher asked me how I felt and I don't even think they had an idea of what just happened. I don't blame them though. At times when I get so frustrated in life, I feel envious and wish I was the one who's gone and not you. At times, I ask myself, "What would it be like if I'm dead and you're still alive?" I'm not the best son. I am not the best brother. And I am damn sure you will be better if you're here.

(Don't get me wrong. I love my life no matter how challenging it is, but there are just moments when dark thoughts come.)

To whoever reads this, life is hard. When you allow yourself to not get used to connecting to your family and friends, you will eventually find it awkward to even say thank you or sorry. When you distance yourself from them, you teach yourself that it's okay to be alone--but it's never okay. When you become estranged to your loved ones, you create a whole new version of you: one who loosely says, "I can make it with or without them." You can't make it without them. Or maybe you can, but who will congratulate you in your success? Who will boost you when you're down?

To my brother, I am still a work in progress and I guess I'll never get past the point where I'll eventually be a masterpiece, but I am trying. Thank you for your life. The more years pass, the more realizations I unveil.

I love you. And I am sorry I never got to say this to you.

A celebration of my brother Daniel's life.

—Dave Bernardino
Photo: Siyelo