Teensy Weensy Gal

Indulge in my messy universe.




I wore a mask, yes, but still…

I laid all of it in front of you.



Innocence at its finest.

Everything was untainted.

Honeyed but a peculiar kind of sweet.

You got me for who I really am.

Unfortunately, I think it was already late

When you realized what you’ve got.

And what you’ve done.

I was sorry for you.

I was sorry for me.

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Words & photo & set-up by MV Sorima


“At the End of the Day”

At the End of the Day Collage by Naro Pinosa (prose)

At the end of the day, it will always be about the relationships you have made with people that will matter. No matter how great you have succeeded in other areas of your life, you will still feel hollow because it is not what you are ultimately designed to be. You are not just created to have some goals and reach them by doing everything you can. You are not just created to go to school, graduate, find a job and then make a living- all merely to survive in this world. But you are ultimately created to love. Don’t forget about that.

Words by MV Sorima
Collage by Naro Pinosa

I became an old soul and it’s alright

Happy Birthday First Love ❤

You’re really old already! HAHA

I wish you all the happiness this world has to offer.

Be happy.

Do all the things that make your heart euphoric.

Reach those dreams.

Stay kind.

Stay handsome.

Workout a bit.

You’re still in a special place in my heart.

And you’ll remain there forever.

My love for you may not be the same romantic love anymore.

But it has evolved to a genuine and profound respect, for you.

For what we had.

For that time.

For that wonderful, short time.


Dear World,

Tonight, he passed by my mind. And I can’t help it, I’m crying right now.

Naaalala niya kaya ako. Putangina ba’t may kirot? I know I’m over him na. But siguro ganon talaga. The first time you love, you won’t really forget the person. The feeling. The love. The purity.

Although I already accepted our fate 2 years ago, I can’t help to whisper the question that I’ve been wanting to ask him ever since.

“Am I really not worth fighting for?”

My Journey To Becoming A Published Author, Some Spoilers On My Debut Novel And Many More!

I love you. I do. I love you. I do. I love you. I do.
I love you. I do. I love you…and it’s killing me.
I love you. I do. I love you. I do. I love you. I do.
I love you. I do. I love you…but I am just too late.
I love you. I do.
I love you.
I do.

Words by MV Sorima


I Love You (poetry)

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‘Hoodies and Stormy, Rainy Days’



One stormy day, I was sitting on a grey couch in a small room; hugging myself tightly because I stupidly forgot my jacket. At first, I can handle the coldness until the winds blew harder, and the rain poured even more drastically. I closed my eyes when my whole body was finally numb from head to feet. I remained like that for a few more minutes; waiting for the bad weather to ease, but it won’t. And when I opened my eyes again, I saw him with his left arm outstretched to me. He’s handing a white fabric. Involuntarily (and I don’t know why), I grabbed it immediately. I saw him fixing the folds on his white polo shirt, and at the same time, I saw that what he gave me was his white hoodie.

Every other stormy or rainy day after that, I can’t help but get outside for a bit to see the weather. I will try to close my eyes again, hoping that when I opened them, he’s going to be right there just the same. But every other stormy or rainy day after that, I fail.

He was a good friend in a way that he makes me smile or laugh (although he didn’t know because I was good in hiding it). It’s been a long time now since I last saw him. Even from the very start, I know that someday we’ll be separated, and that’s inevitable. But still, on our last day, I wasn’t prepared.

When you come to think of it, there are really people or things that we learn to love, but are ought to cross our paths just for once and be gone for good. Accepting that is as painful and cold as walking under stormy, rainy skies. But then, all things will come to an end. You’ll find the sun shining again, and you look back to see that person you loved. You’ll realize he’s too far away now, but the love is still there.

It’s been many years now, but the white hoodie was still kept somewhere in my closet. When I gave it back to him before, he insisted that I hold on to it instead. And although I’m not holding on to it anymore the way I did in the past, there are still days when I will wear it. Like its previous owner, I’m not attached to it anymore. But also like its previous owner, it has got a special place in my heart already.

Now, when it is stormy or raining, I don’t close my eyes anymore or wait for someone to appear out of the blue (silly). But I still remember that moment. I never forget.

Words by MV Sorima 
Photos from k15h1 tumblruser & Pinterest

‘Just Fine’


Hey there! Yes, you.

Just wanna remind you that you’re allowed to be messy and complicated.

Take your time.

You need not to rush.

Grow in your own pace, for yourself and for the people you love.

Celebrate all the ringing questions in your head. Even if they make you dizzy and confused, they are part of one’s life.

Celebrate the times you don’t know what to do with your life, or the moments when you think you’re being left behind. Chances are you’re really not, but if you really are, I know you can catch up.

I know you have done a lot of terrible things that’s why it’s so hard for you to see your greatness. So, let me pat your shoulder for a while and say “YOU ARE DOING JUST FINE.”




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