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“Thine, O Lord is the greatness, and the power, and the glory, and the victory, and the majesty: for all that is in the heaven and in the earth is thine; thine is the kingdom, O Lord, and thou art exalted as head above all.” - 1 Chronicles 29:11

Mas pinili kong di na magsalita kasi pagod nakong magpaliwanag.

Mas pinili kong balewalain ka kasi pagod nakong intindihin ka.

Mas pinili kong wag nang ungkatin kasi para saan pa?

Pagod nako.

Pinipilit ko.

Oo, matagal ko ng pinipilit to.

Pero nga kasi, PAGOD NA KO

Minsan maiisip mo nalang talaga sumuko sa lahat ng anong meron ngayon e.

Nakakatangina

Person: how are you?

Me: im ok

Person: why just ok?

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jspark3000

For God so loved the world that He sent His one and only Son to die for your mean neighbor and your crazy roommate and the picketing bigot and the racist blogger and your gay friend and all the politicians and our crazy parents and the pastor down the street and the uptight religious folk and the girl at work you can’t stand, because Jesus didn’t just die for the people you like, but for people like you and me.

wnq-movies

Sometimes, when I lie awake at night, I wonder whether I’ve lived at all. Is it the same for everybody? Do some people have a greater talent for living than others or do some people never live, but just exist?

Autumn Sonata (1978), Ingmar Bergman (via wordsnquotes)

acupofkeen

I get so tired of being nice.

Because most of the time,

they take you for granted.

And you almost, always,

just fade away in the background.

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coral

When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story’s voice makes everything its own.

John Berger, Keeping a Rendezvous (via feellng)