September 2011
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Happiness in intelligent people, is the rarest thing I know.
– Ernest Hemingway (via filmandlens)
August 2011
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jonathanpham:
If a guy does this, or if a guy does that; rule of a gentleman this, rule of a gentlemen that. What makes a girl (or a guy) think that they can put a box around the male gender itself and say, “I’ve got you all figured out, and this is how you should be”? More than anything, these narrow theories are so far from true that they often serve more for humor and amusement purposes...
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Don’t offer me the words “I’ll always be there for you” if you can’t even deliver what you say.
Save me from the disappointment.
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perpetual bliss.
I seldom have the opportunity to smile with a genuine motive behind it, and I have the propensity to dream unknowingly — in effort to enter a realm where things are at it’s utmost best, where my own desires and fantasies become fabricated and seemingly touchable.
My dreams is where I find you.
And with that, comes a feeling of perpetual bliss that is incalculable — a feeling of...
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Love as a focal point.
I shouldn’t make an abstracted concept such as love my main priority — especially when I am this young.
It’s just the matter of patience, and directing my concern towards my own future. Maybe, I will encounter someone that will be a part of my future — but I should not sit here and wait for that moment to happen.
Love is something that cannot be comprehended, but rather...
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To speak your mind doesn't mean to speak out of...
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If a friend needs me, I would drop everything that I was doing just to comfort them. Saying you’re there for someone and displaying it are two completely different things.
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Friendship is such a hard thing to hold on to. People change, and people leave. Those that decide to stay, are like rare gems that cannot be found anywhere else in the world.
Cherish what you have before it becomes what you “had.”
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distorted reflections.
I look into the mirror, and it isn’t exactly what I want to see — and I am not the type of person that enjoys indulging in pity, as well as drowning in utter insecurity. It’s just the matter of my perception of beauty —
And my own stubborn denial of validating my own beauty.
It’s difficult looking into the reflecting glass, and seeing nothing but flaw. I always tell...
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recollected disambiguation.
As time passes by, I feel myself grow slightly older. It’s a simple realization that I cannot take back seconds that have passed me by without my own notice.
And because of that, comes the conclusive thought — the thought that makes me feel vulnerable and human to the deathly and treacherous workings of time.
You’ll never be as young as you are right now.
So why must I live...
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I’m just losing so much patience for everyone.
Here are some tips to not piss me off.
Give me some respect, and I shall reciprocate that respect.
Be blunt when you need to be — don’t sugarcoat your shit.
Have some kind of consideration, instead of directing your regard to yourself, and only yourself.
Hi, I only fucking exist when you need something — yeah, don’t...
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For someone who “does not give a fuck” or that “does not care” — you take a lot of time and effort proclaiming and announcing that you don’t.
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Due to my own naive adolescence, I am prone to develop love interests too easily — and I contrive crushes way too willingly. I just wish that I didn’t, because I either find the other person uninterested and unable to reciprocate my interest in them, or already with someone else.
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Always content, but never truly happy.
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validated beauty.
I want to be the idea of “perfect” in another’s eyes, and with their eyes, sees nothing but imperfect flaw, perfectly.
I do believe that everyone pertains some kind of beauty, in their own unique fashion. But I want someone else to embrace that kind of magnificent aura that I may exert — because I only want my beauty to be “validated in his eyes.”
But I now do realize that I...
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I find it so anomalous how someone can wake up one morning and not feel the same way about a person as they did the night before. It strikes me as rather odd, bizarre, and rather heart-wrenching. But I suppose it’s the workings of emotions, you know?
You can’t control how your feelings may develop.
But you can’t control how your feelings may fade as well.
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a heart's investment.
All the words written from my heart, invested into you — seem like words with no significant definition. They are words stained within the past, and even though these sweet words transitioned into sweet nothings, I wish they had some kind of remnant of the feeling when I was still with you, by your side.
Now, they are nothing more than discombobulated letters attached, with little to no...
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Sex is an emotion, in motion.
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heavywords:
The worst feeling after ending a relationship is not being replaced. I personally would not devalue a person enough to say that who they are, or what they’re worth is based on who they were to a certain person. Everyone is their own person outside of a relationship. Every single individual is irreplaceable. The worst feeling is knowing that you’re irreplaceable, knowing that you and...
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Sexual identity.
Being gay, or bisexual is difficult, especially when you’re in a society where they only approve of ideal requisites that shall only, and only be “fitting” within today’s community as we know it — but even though you may be gay, lesbian, or bisexual —
Your sexual orientation is only a small detail that does not define you; don’t make it your whole.
Because I’m sure that there is more to...
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Hopeless Romanticism
When it comes to a person such as myself — that has had such frivolous experiences and impractical idealistic views on love, it is often that I wish and long for hopeless rainbows and butterflies and other misconstrued perceptions of simple things I would find in a relationship.
I just wished that this kind of hopeless feeling, dismal as it may be, was not endowed because of my own tiresome...
“A drop in the ocean,
A change in the weather,
I was praying that you and me
Might end up together.
..but it’s like I’m wishing for rain..
As I stand in the desert..
Because I’m holding you closer than most—
Because you are my heaven.”
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Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary...
dantix:
I don’t believe in taking your own life — whatever the reasoning may be, it’s completely immoral. What ever the circumstances are, whether the arduous conditions or the current status of what you may be “enduring” isn’t something to be put at fault; and with the conclusiveness of committing something so unforgivable.
Taking your own life — is self-inflicted punishment.
I don’t...
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Truth is — I gave my heart to someone very special a long time ago,
And I never really got it back.
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reflective.
I’m rather inarticulate tonight — in a sense that my impulsive words spew without much reasoning tonight, so disregard my irrationality.
Frankly, I just wished that I was happy with myself, but unfortunately it is quite the opposite. Happiness is a state of mind — and the status of my own mind chooses to be otherwise majority of the time. I cannot achieve happiness because the aspects within my...
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I'm not heartless, I've just learned how to use my...
And it’s because that once you give your everything into someone, and into some people, you get hurt in the end. It’s a continuous cycle, that does not seem to have an ending to it.
I simply want to learn how to use my heart some more, but at what sacrificial cost? To get bruised and taken advantage of? I want to be selfless, and compassionate — but what will become of myself in the aftermath?...