#TicketToHeavenEP3
“I’m not God’s favorite son.”
“I dont understand.”
“I like guys. Tanrak.. I like you.”
“I’m not God’s favorite son either.”
their first kiss was everything. from denial to confession, then finally acceptance. it felt painful yet beautiful at the same time. Barth and Tanrak looked hurt, but they still couldnt stay away from each other. they were breaking inside, yet still choosing each other 😭💔
He craves Barth. Barth's teeth marks still pressed into the dough, the faint damp sheen where his lips had been. Tanrak brings it to his own mouth...oh just
It's Barth's saliva mixing with his own as he savors it. The feeling of being sick to your stomach because of desire
What really gets me is that the root word here is "ibig," which means "love." So no matter whether a relationship is romantic, platonic, or familial, the meaningful, lasting connections we build are always rooted in love. I love the Filipino language so much for this.