This blog is like coffee. Each member contributes coffee, cream, sugar and hot water. Coffee bean makes you see life-- life where there's always bitterness. Sugar is what makes it sweet; coffee makes it light and this blog serves as the hot water. It’s where you can find a great harmonious relationship filled with love.

This is escafeism and I am escapist <3

Dear Ex First Love Missing Someone Dear Best Friend Fictional Character Untold Stories Rejection Reality Forgiveness Blessing Death Encouragement Student Life




To all bloggers interested in becoming a member of EsCafeism, please follow the instructions written on this post, or send a private message to our admins. Thanks you!




Wala na yung mga &#8220;I love you&#8221;.
Wala na yung sweet messages.
Hindi ka na mapupuyat dahil sa magkatext pa kayo.
Parang kahapon lang sobrang saya niyo pa, ngayon sobrang nasasaktan ka na.
Sa pag-ibig minsan kapag nasaktan tayo, ineexpect natin na kapag nagmahal tayo ulit, sila na yun. Sila na yung the one. Pero sa totoo lang, hindi pa naman talaga. Mamamalayan mo na lang na dumaan lang siya para paibigin at saktan ka ulit. Para turuan ka ng panibagong aral. Para mas maging matatag ka pa. Sa pag-ibig mahuhulog ka ng paulit-ulit, masasaktan ka ng paulit-ulit. Yung tipong dadating yung time na matatakot ka na magmahal dahil sawa ka ng masaktan. Pero dapat mong tandaan na ang pagmamahal ay isang adventure. Ilang ulit ka munang masasaktan bago mo makilala yung taong nakalaan talaga para sa&#8217;yo. :)
  • Wala na yung mga “I love you”.
  • Wala na yung sweet messages.
  • Hindi ka na mapupuyat dahil sa magkatext pa kayo.
  • Parang kahapon lang sobrang saya niyo pa, ngayon sobrang nasasaktan ka na.

Sa pag-ibig minsan kapag nasaktan tayo, ineexpect natin na kapag nagmahal tayo ulit, sila na yun. Sila na yung the one. Pero sa totoo lang, hindi pa naman talaga. Mamamalayan mo na lang na dumaan lang siya para paibigin at saktan ka ulit. Para turuan ka ng panibagong aral. Para mas maging matatag ka pa. Sa pag-ibig mahuhulog ka ng paulit-ulit, masasaktan ka ng paulit-ulit. Yung tipong dadating yung time na matatakot ka na magmahal dahil sawa ka ng masaktan. Pero dapat mong tandaan na ang pagmamahal ay isang adventure. Ilang ulit ka munang masasaktan bago mo makilala yung taong nakalaan talaga para sa’yo. :)




사랑해요

I have always wanted to hear it from you, but never I thought that it will be confusing. I do not even know if you were telling a joke or what. Do you really mean it? If yes, prove it to me. Prove it.




september second;

I remember that gloomy night when a heavy rain started to pour. I was running while searching for a safe place to stay in, wet and shaking. But all at once, I found myself wrapped around with someone’s arms. It felt familiar.

I felt safe in all of a sudden. The warmth of your embrace gave me peace inside. I felt infinite, I never wanted to end it. I like how my head pressed against your chest, how your arms wrapped around me and even how we made ourselves fit in under an umbrella.

I felt love then, which was wrong. It was wrong because there was never an us and there will be never an us




Yung puntong napapagod ka na. Hindi sa tamad ka o nagtatamad-tamaran ka, pero minsan talaga eh magugulat ka nalang dahil nakatayo ka na pala doon sa puntong parang lahat na lang ng ginagawa mo eh nakakapagod na, hindi lang nakakapagod kundi pakiramdam mo rin parang napakapointless na, insignificant at ni isang katiting ng purpose eh wala kang makita, yung parang wala kang mahuhuthot na sense of fulfillment, ni hindi lang para sayo kundi para na rin sa ibang tao, yung parang busy ang lahat tapos ikaw, lutang at walang ibang naglalaro sa isipan mo kundi yung pagod tapos mapapasabi ka na lang na nakakapagod na, ayoko na at kahit humigop ka ng maraming hangin at bumuntong hininga ng paulit ulit eh hindi pa rin nawawala yung pagod mo, ni pahinga o pagtulog ng ilang oras eh hindi pa rin nakakawala ng pagod mo, kasi nga pagod ka na.

Siguro kasi nandun ka na rin sa puntong di ka na masaya. Siguro kasi wala ng bago. Siguro kasi lahat na lang paulit ulit. Siguro kasi nag uumapaw na yung batya ng pasensya mong mahalin lahat ng ginagawa mo. Siguro kasi nagigising ka sa umaga at ihaharap mo ang sarili mo sa salamin at susubukan mong ngumiti pero sa likod pa rin ng ngiting yun eh alam mong may nakakubling lungkot at pagod. Gusto mo mang alisin yung pakiramdam na yun pero sa bawat subok mo naman eh palyado ka lage, tipong lalo mo lang nararamdaman yung bigat sa puso mo, tipong lalo ka lang napapagod. Pero ayaw mo. Ayaw mong patulan yung pakiramdam kasi maraming madadamay, kasi alam mong pag sumobra na, mahirap nang gamutin. Pero paano nga ba? Paano mo nga ba maibabalik yung sigla mo kung maski paghanap ng magandang rason sa mga ginagawa mo eh wala ka ng makuha.

Kaya parang ayaw mo na. Kaya parang gusto mong sumuko na lang. Na kahit alam mo yung gabundok ng problemang sinuot mo at sa lahat ng napagdaanan mo eh nawalan ka na ng pakialam na isipin yun dahil pagod ka na nga. Sawang sawa ka na. Kasi paulit ulit nalang. Ano pa nga ba? Hindi ka na masaya. Pero naiisip mo, kung susuko ka, sasaya ba sila? Silang mga tao na nasa paligid mo? Silang mga taong may mataas na expectations sayo? Madidisappoint mo na naman sila kung nagkataon. Wala kang mapaglagyan no? Kahit ilaklak mo man yung mga payo ng mga tao sayong wag makinig sa sasabihin ng iba, na gawin mo lang ang mga bagay na makakapagpasaya sayo, hindi pa rin maiiwasang iisipin mo yung sasabihin ng ibang tao. Sa ayaw at sa gusto mo, kokonsiderahin mo pa rin ang sasabihin ng iba. Nakakapagod no? Kahit yung paghinga mo parang nakakapagod na.




"I guess the butterflies never really went away. They just stopped fluttering for a while."

(— It’s still you (m.b))




"

I have been told by many people, either implied or explicitly, that I am not good enough.

I have heard it in the words they never utter, in the gestures they try to hide.

I have heard it all my life that making myself believe otherwise had become impossible.

I have heard it enough to associate it with my name, with my thoughts, with my every choice.

I have heard it enough that I let it define me; that I let it become me.

"




"Kung may boses lang ako."

(— Meron akong bibig ngunit hindi ko magamit. Kaya kong magsulat tungkol sa nararamdaman ko ngunit hindi naman nya mababasa. Kahit gaano kalakas ang sigaw ko, hindi niya ko pinapakinggan. Paano niya nga ako mapapansin eh ordinaryong mamamayan lang akong walang mataas na katungkulan sa bayan? Baluktot na sistema. Pwesto sa gobyernong ginawang hanap-buhay na ng pamilya. Bulsang tila butas sa ‘di matapos-tapos na panloloko sa bayan. Korapsyon. Lokohan sa gobyerno. Siraan. Nakakalungkot isipin na kapwa pilipino pa ang may gustong ipabagsak ang mga nasa itaas. Kung naririnig lang ako nang mga nasa upuan. Kung may boses lang ako, marami sana tayong pag-uusapan.)




"Ganon talaga pag mahal mo,gagawin mo ang lahat mabawi mo lang siya. Yung kahit ilang beses ka niyang ipagtabuyan, nakabuntot ka padin sakanya, hoping na one day bumalik ulit siya. Mahal mo eh, handa kang ipaglaban ung pagmamahal mo para sakanya. Yun nga lang sorry ka kase habang patuloy mo siyang pinaglalaban, pinaglalaban din pala niya yung taong pinalit niya sayo."

(— Sana lang tama ung taong pinaglaban mo. // c.j.r)




"

You
might think
that I long
to be called
beautiful —

But
all I ever
want to
hear from you
are the
words telling
me
how much
you love
me so.

"




"so they asked me about
you
and what i saw in you -
they wanted to understand
who you are and
what you meant to me
and as i told them about you
and us;
i left some parts unspoken
(those are our memories)
and some things hidden
(even you don’t know)
but if you were to ask me,
i wish i could tell them
how i wanted us to be
more than friends"





1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 »

Tumblr Escapists. © 2013.





COFFEE OF THE DAY

Did you know?

This blog is composed of 100+ bloggers who have diffrent personalities and came from different places. Some of us are students, but a few of us have work, business, and has successful careers.



 photo tweet_zpsd29f133b.png






Photographs of coffee and books was taken from instragram account of one of our amazing escapist Hooray! and follow him (x)




Everything posted on this blog are written and owned by the members of EsCafeism unless otherwise stated or quoted. Photos used for every post may or may not be owned, with the exception of personal claims of the bloggers. With regards of posts that are not properly credited, please send us a message and we will fix any issues that are possibly related. Thank you for visiting our page. Happy blogging!










ESCAFEISM 2013. © ESCAFEISM, 2013. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. Theme by Madi De Jesus .. Powered by Tumblr.
ESCAFEISM | ASK ESCAFEISM | ESCAFEISM MAGAZINE | THE ESCAPISTS