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Fri, 24 May 2013 01:55:18 +0800

"I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them."

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:39:55 +0800

“I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.”

- Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping (via creatingaquietmind)

Tried to write in this space about what I’m feeling and I...

Fri, 24 May 2013 01:33:06 +0800

Tried to write in this space about what I’m feeling and I come up with nothing. I guess, I thought that maybe, by putting my thoughts into words, I can then understand everything that went down in the past couple of weeks and then I realize I can’t, because I don’t understand.

Wish I knew a way to turn off these feelings. But hey, if it was so easy for you. I think I can do it too.

"‎Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet..."

Tue, 21 May 2013 15:45:46 +0800

“‎Travel is little beds and cramped bathrooms. It’s old television sets and slow Internet connections. Travel is extraordinary conversations with ordinary people. It’s waiters, gas station attendants, and housekeepers becoming the most interesting people in the world. It’s churches that are compelling enough to enter. It’s McDonald’s being a luxury. It’s the realization that you may have been born in the wrong country. Travel is a smile that leads to a conversation in broken English. It’s the epiphany that pretty girls smile the same way all over the world. Travel is tipping 10% and being embraced for it. Travel is the same white T-shirt again tomorrow. Travel is accented sex after good wine and too many unfiltered cigarettes. Travel is flowing in the back of a bus with giggly strangers. It’s a street full of bearded backpackers looking down at maps. Travel is wishing for one more bite of whatever that just was. It’s the rediscovery of walking somewhere. It’s sharing a bottle of liquor on an overnight train with a new friend. Travel is ‘Maybe I don’t have to do it that way when I get back home.’”

- Nick Miller (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

Hide the pain, and pretend everything is okay

Sun, 12 May 2013 22:19:06 +0800

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Tue, 07 May 2013 19:31:48 +0800

"There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been..."

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:31:43 +0800

“There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.”

- Robert Goolrick (via themadinspirationalist)

Thought of the Day

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:31:16 +0800

newstfionline:

“All the adversity I’ve had in my life, all my troubles have strengthened me…You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you.“—Walt Disney

Hot lights. (via edricchen)

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:31:00 +0800

Hot lights.

(via edricchen)

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly...

Sat, 04 May 2013 23:46:03 +0800

“Butterflies can’t see their wings. They can’t see how truly beautiful they are, but everyone else can. People are like that as well.”

You cannot pull my heart strings anymore. They’re not attached to anything... thanks to you.

Sat, 04 May 2013 00:16:00 +0800

Walang maasahan? Okay lang. Keribels.

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 21:35:52 +0800

I missed this feeling. Feeling so completely sober and positive, and hungry for change that you feel...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 02:35:47 +0800

I missed this feeling. Feeling so completely sober and positive, and hungry for change that you feel anything is possible. Feelings you have at 2:30 in the morning, after a quick sweep down Tumblr’s dashboard.

I think it’s easier when I put all of my thoughts into writing, into something tangible...

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 02:24:15 +0800

I think it’s easier when I put all of my thoughts into writing, into something tangible instead of it all swimming around in my head. I think it’s been a while since I composed a thought longer than 140 characters or even had a thought with a lifespan longer than a sneeze. I’ve always thought about keeping a diary. To keep track of my fleeting thoughts for when life finally does me in, and I become one of those empty shells people become when they get depressed. Maybe then these thoughts would bring back a part of me, and maybe, a part of you? Does heavy thoughts bring heavy footsteps? Are they the lines of the face all crunched up in a form of an ugly frown. Imagine them dissipating into thin air as one exhales into a deep sigh and then re-emerging sometime later, among other thoughts at the slightest trigger of a reminder. I keep describing thoughts as if they were something tangible, something that could be contained. This is just me, finding a way to make bad thoughts go away.

I envy this cat.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 12:36:00 +0800

I envy this cat.

Recently, I had to deal with problems that came right after...

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 12:34:00 +0800

Recently, I had to deal with problems that came right after another, and even though I knew I was going to able to overcome them somehow, I guess I couldn’t shake off that feeling of sadness. The kind that even the brightest of smiles and funniest of jokes could not do a thing. So much that I started to avoid such sunny characters because I couldn’t keep up and I couldn’t reciprocate. And where I had seek comfort, I was given harsh words. It was probably unintentional, but it was also cruel. And then I realized, I might have probably said the same thing to someone else. And at some point of my life, I had probably hurt someone with the same words, and made bleeding wounds cry murder. Here’s my post on painful lessons.

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Wed, 10 Apr 2013 14:25:54 +0800

Relevant.

Sun, 24 Mar 2013 22:27:00 +0800

Relevant.

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Thu, 21 Mar 2013 21:23:00 +0800

The Avett Brothers— Live and Die I want to love you and more. I...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 17:46:12 +0800

The Avett Brothers— Live and Die

I want to love you and more.

I want to find you and more.
Where do you reside?
When you hide? How can I find you?

‘Cause I want to send you and more.
I want to tempt you and more.
Can you tell that I am alive?
Let me prove it.