November 10th, 2013

hi, gio. we never really got to be friends. i hope it's not too late yet. :-)
Asketh - Anonymous

It’s never too late. I’m kinda short on the friends department anyway. Apply for friendship!

July 31st, 2013

When I first held your hand,

there wasn’t a spark to be felt. Only a flame. Fire, not electricity. Heat, not shock. Passion, not lust. A fire that grew, as fires do, and consumed both of us. A fire that burns steadily and razed the defenses we had raised. A fire that proved that we aren’t useless or unwanted. A fire that burned us down as individuals. We emerged from the ashes as one phoenix, wearing a cloak of fire, making the flame its own. No longer burnt but burning still.

March 13th, 2013

Your blog.
Asketh - Anonymous

I see that your eyesight is passable.

February 14th, 2013

At the end of the day, our beds remain empty and cold.

What's the name of the 'lead' singer of the band you've joined in, Ball Funk? Happy Valentine's Day, by the way. :)
Asketh - Anonymous

Miko Abola. it was an app band for the UP Music Circle, not an actual band, though. And to you as well.

A brassiere with a cryptex for a hook. Haha. I'm sorry, would've loved to drop a counter statement but alas, other than "cipher", "obscured" and "cryptic", I can not think of any more words to put.
Asketh - Anonymous

Unless it’s an iron bra, I cut the straps. Think outside the box, amigo.

February 7th, 2013

A puzzle inside a conundrum wrapped in the mystery of a code.
Asketh - Anonymous

Bogs.

An enigma surrounded by a mystery defiled by a riddle.

January 23rd, 2013
In which I become the bassist of a band called Ball Funk.

In which I become the bassist of a band called Ball Funk.

January 13th, 2013

Hi. I missed your text posts. Please go back.
Asketh - half-filledgravypitcher

I’ll try.

January 9th, 2013

Yellow, Kuya Gio. Just wondering, you still doing the Word/Day Project thing? Or at least something of that sort. All signs point to no, quite obviously, but. I'm still hopeful. I just really want/need another dose of your writing. Give me theeeeraphyyyyy, I'm a WALking TRAvestTYYYYY. Haha. Have a nice whatever time of day it is! :)
Asketh - Anonymous

Woo, tough question. And the answer is…

College.

It is time-consuming, distracting, and overall impossible to ignore. Makes it difficult to write for all three of us. Really.

December 26th, 2012
@likelyunlikely, this one’s for you.

@likelyunlikely, this one’s for you.

(via the-absolute-best-posts)

December 23rd, 2012

If these sheets were the states and you were miles away, I’d fold them end over end to bring you closer to me. Because I don’t sleep at all without you pressed up against me. I settle for long distance calls, I’m lost in empty pillow talk again. (All Time Low - If These Sheets Were The States)

"Alright. Bye. I love you, too. Bye."

I put down the phone and frown. Already I can feel the little pangs of pain that come from missing you pricking my chest. It’s instantaneous. There’s nothing faster; not electricity, not thought, not light. 

November 18th, 2012

I fell in love with a person that loves someone else. Yay. WHY am I always the hopeful guy? WHY do I always fall in love? WHY do I always love a person who doesn't like me back?
Asketh - Anonymous

Why? I’m afraid there is no reason. If you want to change that, however, you can. Here’s some advice, though. Let things happen.

November 5th, 2012

Do you know how it is to come home utterly confused, lost, hopeless, tired, and generally fucked up, and one of the only people who can help decides to stomp down on you instead?

I just did. It’s not fun. Not at all. It makes one want to break one’s room, or cry, or run away, or lie down unmoving and unresponsive for the next month and a half.

Yay.