Kevin Antiga

I promise I’ll be back dear tumblr account. I’m just busy and waiting for my ISP in...

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 21:22:14 +0800

I promise I’ll be back dear tumblr account. I’m just busy and waiting for my ISP in Manila.

kevin!

Sun, 29 Jul 2012 08:11:38 +0800

What?

nmat tips naman diyan oh! please :))

Sat, 26 Nov 2011 09:07:12 +0800

Sino to?

Nako, stock knowledge.
Mag-aral ka pero wag kang mag-aral.
Dapat marunong ka maglaro ng numbers pagdating sa physics.
Biochem! Ecology!

Yun lang.

We are humans… and we should never hide our human parts,...

Tue, 01 Nov 2011 15:46:54 +0800

We are humans… and we should never hide our human parts, because if we do, then what’s left to show?

Shallow water evaporates

Thu, 27 Oct 2011 14:05:00 +0800

Why bring back the old times or why the 21st century sucks

1. We’ve got a full-blown global warming problem or I think that the world is already far from salvation.

2. People are, most of the time, glued to their computers and all our iShits (Thanks Jobs). And enjoying yourselves now means searching for funny videos on Youtube and buying an app for 0.99$ that would let you slice pictures of fruits.

3. The music scene sucks and blows.

a. Songs don’t have meaning anymore, or if they do, it’s probably about how you want to sleep with that girl or how fine her booty is or how you had just sex or how you’ll sleep with that girl.

b. Probably this is redundant by I’ll still put it anyway, the lyrics are senseless, e.g. She’s indecisive, she can’t decide or You’re the shit girl (WHAT?).

c. Artists cover every anthem-ic song. 0% originality, 100% profitability.

d. Autotune and dubstep.

4. People no longer dream. They settle for the steady income instead of pursuing their aspirations.

5. Alongside with not dreaming, people no longer think. Everybody else is just becoming more and more stupid and they end up talking with people like themselves.

6. Being pregnant is a curse and babies get aborted.

7. We’ve got dances like krumping, tutting, etc. Yeah, they look awesome and mind-blowing but what happened to looking at your partner’s eyes and simply swaying your body and just having fun, which was sex through dancing.

8. The boob tube is now filled with finding-people-with-amazing-talent shows and vampires.

9. The present purpose of dating is for sleeping with another human being. I believe hooking up can never be purely casual, no sexual act ever is.

…to be continued.

Excerpt

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 13:54:52 +0800

People don’t really think about it (because they’ve been fed by ideas that heaven is some kind of ignorance-is-bliss-kind-of-happy and peaceful place) but heaven is overrated.

The way I love you

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 01:53:26 +0800

This is the way I love you, this how we share our love.
I look up from my spot atop the covers as you enter our room, the room we’ve shared for six years and counting. You’re a vision of radiance; your hair cascades down your slender neck, golden honey curls. I love to bury my nose in your hair and breathe in your heavenly scent while you sleep. The scent of apple…or cinnamon…or perhaps a mixture. Whatever the fragrance, it calms me; lets me know you’re there with me.

Your loose fitting gown trails a little behind as you seat yourself at your vanity, picking up your brush. Our eyes connect in the mirror and we acknowledge each other. You smile, a smile reserved for me and me only. I sit up a bit as you begin to brush your locks. My eyes scan your body.

Your gown accentuates your curves in all the right places, especially the curve of your hips. Your waist is slim, but not too slim, the result of giving birth to our son and daughter. You’re perfect. Not too big, not too small, perfect.

Your lips are pouted as you work at a knot in your hair, eventually tugging it free. Your lips…the way they pout automatically, without your knowledge. It makes me smile.

You set down your brush and stand up, walking over to the door and closing it to retire for the night. I watch as you open the windows slightly, the curtains dancing in the small breeze. My eyes grow soft as you turn to face me, a few curls falling onto your chest and over your face.

My eyes are drawn to your chest as it rises and falls with each breath you take. Your gown is low enough to reveal the space between your breasts. My eyes scan over each peak, my breath hitching in my throat as you walk towards me.

“Yes, William?” You asked mockingly, noticing my gaze.

I shake my head; I am at a loss for words. You crawl over to your space on our bed and lay on your side, facing me.

“You only look at me like that when you want something,” You smirk, and I open my mouth to protest.

”No, I—“ I am cut short when you silence me with a finger to my lips.

“Shhh…” You whisper and move closer, moving your hand away from my face.

“I love you, Elizabeth,” I murmur and your eyes light up at my declaration.

“I love you more,” You grin and in an instance, you are on top of me.

“Oh yeah?” I laugh and hold onto your waist, “I love you more.” It’s a challenge, a rather hopeless one at that considering we both love each other equally.

“Show me then.” You command softly, and I grin.

“How?” I already know how, but I ask anyway.

You lean down so that your mouth is right beside my ear, “Make love to me.” You whisper, which sends shivers down my spine.

“As you wish.”

I get up and walk over to the door to lock it, as is our custom considering the intrusion we could receive if we left it unlocked. My stomach tightens in a knot as you spread yourself out across the bed, beckoning me.

I crawl over to you and reach out to touch your hip. In response your hand automatically reaches for the buttons at my shirt, cleverly unhooking them and leaving my shirt dangling, my chest exposed. I can feel your eyes burning into my skin and I smile. You sit up and pull the material from my shoulders and drop it onto the floor. I sigh as you move your arms around my neck and pepper kisses along my shoulder and chest.

I rub your arms; your milky skin is as soft as silk. My fingers undo the ties of your gown, and I watch as you pull it off, throwing it over the side of the bed as well.

Quickly, I pull off my trousers and throw them away. We are both nude now, the way it is meant to be. You pull me gently to lie down with you against the soft pillows, facing each other. My eyes scan your naked body.

Your skin is delightfully soft, and I run a finger down your neck, traveling down your arm. My eyes are drawn to your full, round breasts, the breasts I have felt pressing against my bare chest for six full years of wonderful love making, the breasts that I long to touch, to feel, to kiss…

I reach out and brush my thumb over one peak, eliciting a soft sigh from your mouth. Your nipple hardens under my touch, and my heart beats faster with excitement. You reach for my head and pull my face down gently, and I latch my mouth onto your erect peak. I hear only soft moans and sighs as I swirl my tongue around. I reach for your other breast and rub gently, feeling your other nipple harden against my palm. The milk you have stored for our child has only recently left your breasts, and it excites me to know they are all mine now. Your beautiful peaks are mine.

I pull away and lift my head, noticing you have shut your eyes. My body has fiercely reacted to the attentions I bestowed upon your breasts naught a minute before.

Your eyes are still closed as my own trail down your body. I want to reach out and touch you so badly but I settle for just looking at you for the time being. My eyes soften as they settle on your womanhood. Your beautiful, silken folds encasing your soft center. My stomach tightens when I realise I am the only man that ever will gain access to your softness.

I cannot resist any longer and I reach out to touch you gently. I hear you whimper, and it spurs me. I ease your thighs apart and settle between your legs, your sweet aroma wafting through the air. I ease your folds apart with my thumbs…my god, you are beautiful. Your red, swollen flesh is dripping with moist desire. I lean my head forward and stroke my tongue up your entrance, and I am met with a gasp. I pull away and lick my lips, tasting your unique flavour. Stunning. You reach for my palm and guide it to rest on your womanhood, and I am met with a tender throb of desire, more warmth seeping out and dampening my hand.

“Will…” I hear my name, and I know it is time.

I am dimly aware of my own need as I move up your body, resting my full weight on your middle, my excitement grinding into your thigh. In an instant I am reminded of my own desire and I feel the burn of anticipation wrack through my body, making me moan softly.

I feel your hands as they move down my lower back to rest on my behind, urging me. I cannot take it anymore; I need to feel you surrounding me, so I push my hips up and we finally join. Your moans and sighs amplify as I push my hardness completely inside of you. We are one.

You wrap your legs around me firmly, and I lift my head to look down at you. My love, you are a vision of beauty; your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are sparkling in the candlelight. Your arms wrap around my neck and in response I lower my lips and kiss you softly, beginning to move my hips.

Your sighs get lost in our kiss as we dance, a dance we have shared for six years; a dance I will never, ever tire of. The dance of our love.

We are connected through body and soul every night as we dance. With our foreheads pressed together and our passion souring for one another, we bring ourselves to completion. And tonight is no different. I rock and grind my hips hard against you, moaning as you match the pace. You pant and groan, writhing in pleasure underneath my body. I can feel drops of perspiration forming on my forehead and cheeks, and you press your lips against me, tasting my saltiness.

With our foreheads pressed together I can feel your walls tightening as pleasure surges through your body. You cry out, moaning my name over and over as you climax, your flesh pulsating and throbbing against my impaling organ.

This sends me over the edge. I groan and release my milky warmth, my seed seeping out and filling you to the brim. My whole body feels like it is floating, the immense pleasure nearly overwhelming. I cry out one last time, and relax above you, my head leaning on your shoulder as I am finally sated.

You sigh against my neck and I can feel your womanhood still throbbing in the aftermath of our love. Your walls are hot and slick, and you feel incredible surrounding me. I am not afraid to let you know.

I nuzzle your neck, peppering soft kisses all over your skin, and in response your hands tighten around my lower back. I sigh, and make no move to get off you any time soon. I am still lost within your depths.

“I love you, my prince,” You whisper into my ear and kiss my lobe.

I am overcome with emotion, but I cannot help it. I have been in love with you ever since we met, and I will love you until the day I die, and beyond.

“I love you too, my Elizabeth,” I reply and lean my forehead against yours, looking into your moist eyes.

The amazing feeling of being intimate with you, my darling Elizabeth, is everlasting. You are my everything. You are my strength, but then again, you are my weakness, as my heart aches for you when you are not near. Every night when we peel off our clothes and delve into the passions and desires of one another, I am reminded that only I will ever touch you and kiss you in such a way. And only you will ever love me and have my heart, forever and always.

This is the way I love you, this how we share our love.

FIN

Fucking beautiful, it is.

From here.

I just want to bury my nose in your neck and breathe you in.

Tue, 25 Oct 2011 01:42:00 +0800

I just want to bury my nose in your neck and breathe you in.

Pinoy Tumblr.: Land of Bondage, Land of the Free by Raul S. Manglapus

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 22:46:34 +0800

Pinoy Tumblr.: Land of Bondage, Land of the Free by Raul S. Manglapus:

pinoytumblr:

Once upon a time, the tao owned a piece of land. It was all he owned. But he cherished it, for it gave him three things, having which, he was content: life, first of all; and liberty, and happiness.

Then one day the Spaniard came and commanded him to pay tribute to the crown of Spain. The tao…

Haha, mas lalong magkakasakit kung hindi magtutumblr. :)) yung bio. okay lang, kayang kaya naman sana lang mas maayos magturo yung magiging prof sa second sem. nakakatakot ang chem. :D last sem mo na ba next sem kuya?

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 19:34:00 +0800

Hopefully, last sem na. Ang hirap lang ng embryology lab. :( Kaya mo yang chem! Mas madali intindihin chem pag college na :D

(fuck napublish)

Most people want people that can make them happy, that’s all they’re looking for and...

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 18:55:35 +0800

Most people want people that can make them happy, that’s all they’re looking for and that’s stupid. I mean, they fall for the guy that shows/proves his love in the grandest way or the girl that feeds them cake and pizza and some other shit.

Love doesn’t have to be like that. It isn’t about who can lay rose petals on your bedroom floor nor is it about the one that can give you gifts. It also shouldn’t be about being with someone who’s so spectacular with words or being with someone that is ripped and very much good looking and charming.

It should be about falling for someone who is brave enough to hold your hand and honest enough to tell you that he/she loves you with no hopes of reciprocity, but that’s just me being optimistic.

What? Haters? Haha Di ko gets! Hey, I love your OPM playlist! :)

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 17:51:07 +0800

Hahaha biro lang naman. Akala ko you’re hating on someone who’s pretty and evil. :)) Thanks! Naappreciate mo :D

fucking 2:30 in the afternoon and I’m already drunk. still haven’t eaten there’s...

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 14:35:21 +0800

fucking 2:30 in the afternoon and I’m already drunk.
still haven’t eaten
there’s still beer in the fridge
What am I doing?

The Art Of Getting By

Thu, 13 Oct 2011 01:28:58 +0800

The Art Of Getting By

Recent OPM Playlist

Tue, 11 Oct 2011 21:57:45 +0800

Recent OPM Playlist

Photo

Sun, 09 Oct 2011 08:18:18 +0800

Not now, not ever.

Mon, 03 Oct 2011 15:20:20 +0800

Methinks that we are afraid of not knowing how to deal with the things that scare us and the fact that nothing can teach us how to properly deal with and prepare for them.

Most favorite-est thing I love doing the most to a girl. #gay

Sun, 02 Oct 2011 02:00:07 +0800

Most favorite-est thing I love doing the most to a girl.

#gay

Eros Atalia's Ligo Na U, Lapit Na Me

Fri, 30 Sep 2011 22:25:23 +0800

“Nong ideal d8 mgsuicide?”
“Mya n lng, bc pa me.”

Probably the best first two lines I’ve ever read.

Photo

Tue, 27 Sep 2011 19:16:37 +0800