FalNera

Just trying to put my thoughts into words. Bukan writer, tapi bacoter.

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Don't be afraid to stand alone. Don't be afraid to stand outside the door alone. I know it's hard away from home. And it ain't easy all alone. -Hard 2 Face Reality, JB.

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Three smells.

There's only three smells

that I really know and craving for.

The smell of beach in the daylight.

The smell of earth after rain.

And the smell that reminds me to only you.

Your smell,

I remember it well.

~xx~

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Drama #bacotdoloe

i love drama.

because i love it when people actually pay their attentions to me.

no body’s really pay attention to me. 

im just invisible.

i love drama, i love the feeling when someone curious about me, cuz, i feel cared.

pathetic. i know.

don’t blame me. 

when i was kid, people hated me. i don’t know why. even my familly thought Im useless. 

I’m the ugliest and the most stupid person in the family. 

since i was kid. i work my ass off to make people around me actually see me as a wonderful child and proud of me.

but somehow, i never make them proud. all my work is never enough.

so I’m start thinking that, the blame is on me. 

I am never enough.

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AFRAID 1 #bacotdoloe

what are you afraid of?

people that I trust.

why are you afraid of them? you trust them.

that’s why I’m afraid. cuz people that I trust always disappointed me or backstabing me or..... leave me.

then why you trust them? then why you trust people?

Because I want to feel loved. I want to know how it feel to have someone who you really trust. I don’t trustpeople, I trust my people.

your people?

yeah I hope so.

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Here's the Reason #bacotdoloe

Alone.

They called me A LONER.

Eh bien, c'est vrai.

If they think that, people who sit anole in a cafe and likes to read in a crowdless place just enjoying their ME TIME is a loner then,

I am a loner.

They think that, I'm an introvert.

Wrong.

Maybe I am. A lil bit.

But,

I like parties,

I like going to concerts,

I like travelling,

I like to be in an organization

I like making new friends.

But,

People always disappointed me while,

I'm giving them my best.

From that I learn my lesson .

I learn to trust no one.

Only Allah and myself.

People just...

Suck.

Sometimes I'm wondering,

Is there, someone who...

Actually missed me?

Nope?

Yeah, I think so.

As you know that I live in a house with fifteen people.

And yet you, they call me a loner.

HA!

Don't blame me if I sit alone in a cafe (I need my space, dude).

Don't blame me if I don't have a lover and preparing to be a young, independent woman. (Cause I'm afraid to feel loved by someone who are going to break my heart, one day or another.

Don't blame me if I don't trust people.

Don't blame me if I'm acting weird (sometimes you will go crazy and weird just to forget that you are sad).

Don't judge me if you see me ALONE.

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nightdreaming 1 #bacotdoloe

I imagining myself,

I sit at the corner of coffee shop in New York City.

It’s raining. huftt.. it’s cold and I’m lucky ‘cause i got hot piccolo with me.

I’m alone, 

what’s wrong? 

Actually there’s nothing wrong with being alone right?

I have Milk and Honey book in my hand. 

such a good book. 

I can see people passing by through the window beside me.

busy with their phones.

they look so angry.

angry with the rain?

HA!

come here then, 

have a drink! coffee or tea doesn’t matter.

enjoy the rain, enjoy this chilly weather.

grab a book and read.

listen to the sound of water falling from the sky.

just....

go crazy with your thoughts, 

not

your phone.

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Human species baffles me. How can we feel so much very real emotions for completely fictional characters (that we sometimes even made up ourselves)? Can any anthropologist out there explain me how it came to this?

How is it possible for me to feel second-hand embarrassment when I make my own character do something ridiculous? Why am I feeling heart-warming fondness when thinking of the imaginary antics of imaginary persons?

What is the weird evolutionary reason behind our crazy ability of empathy with things that don’t exist? I need to know.  

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Good.

Yesterday

I saw you again and,

I think I....

Missed you.

But then,

I'm occupied

By ...

Lots of things.

Today.

I realize...

I really like to be busy,

I'm good

I left you but then,

I achieved things that I'm so proud of.

It's good.

I'm good.

Cause I know you ain't good,

For me.

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PROVE THEM WRONG BY SHOWING THEM YOU CAN.

Pink Unicorn

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Manusia si Sampah Bumi. #bacotdoloe

Sialan.

Sedih, it's upsetting me that human is the reason why oceans now filled with plastics.

Saya senang jalan-jalan ke gunung, pantai, and... yeah place like that.

Tapi, waktu itu, saya merasa mendapat tamparan ketika saya berlibur ke suatu pantai, dan di pantai itu banyak terdapat sampah plastik yang terbawa ombak lalu terseret ke pantai.

Saya ke pantai untuk liburan, refreshing, kabur dari kota yang penuh dengan sampah. Tapi yang saya dapat adalah pemandangan sampah lagi.

Gabisa ngebayangin perasaan para penghuni laut, tempat hidupnya jadi kotor gara-gara sampah plastik.

Sedih. Sedih waktu saya baca berita, Seekor paus mati gara-gara perutnya penuh dengan sampah plastik.

Penyu-penyu terbelit plastik, makan plastik, plastik, dan plastik.

I'm broken 💔 it's so sad, very sad.

I always want to be a veterinarian. I want to cure, i want to help animals from all around the world. Tapi saya sendiri yang menjadi penyebab banyak binatang yang sengsara, sekarat, dan mati. Bodoh.

Ternyata sampah terberengsek bumi adalah manusia itu sendiri. Bumi kotor gara-gara manusia yang tidak bertanggung jawab.

Saya merasa bodoh. Makhluk apa saya? Menganiaya sesama makhluk hidup. Ngerusak tempat tinggalnya sendiri.

Ayo, kita sama-sama belajar menjadi manusia yang lebih baik lagi.

From now on, kurangi pemakaian plastik!

Bawa botol minum dari rumah.

Mulai dari hal kecil,

Selalu bawa totebag jika kita akan berbelanja.

Ganti plasticbag dengan paperbag.

Buang sampah pada tempatnya. Bukan ke sungai atau selokan.

Yuk, bareng-bareng kita mulai mengurangi penggunaan plastik. Tuhan menciptakan bumi, penuh dengan berbagai macam makhluk hidup. Bumi bukan milik manusia saja. Bumi milik semua ciptaan Tuhan yang tinggal di dalamnya.

Love the Earth.

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Jangan bingung, capek. Santai aja, ayo liburan.

Pink Unicorn.

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Dari, Saya. Teruntuk, wanita di luar sana.

Jangan pernah mengira kamu tidak berharga karena kamu bukan milik seseorang.

Don’t let others to decide your worth.

Jangan pernah merasa kesepian jika kamu tidak memilki seseorang yang meng-claim bahwa kamu adalah miliknya.

Don’t. Ever. Feel. Sad. About. That.

Kamu harusnya marah dan tidak terima jika seseorang mengatakan bahwa dirimu (body and soul) adalah milik nya.

What are you? A pet? A furniture?

Kamu punya hak atas dirimu sendiri.

You are human, you are a woman, and you are YOURS (body and soul).

Orang-orang akan mengecewakan mu. Itu pasti. Dan ketika kamu dikecewakan, hanya dirimulah yang selalu ada untukmu.

Don’t find somebody to fill your emptiness but be the one who will fill it.

Bestfriends will always be there. Of course. Tapi ada saatnya dimana kamu harus bisa bangkit sendiri untuk menjadi lebih kuat. Ada saatnya dimana kamu tidak bisa mengandalkan seseorang untuk membuatmu merasa berharga.

It’s your place to decide your own value.

Start from now,

Love your body, cherish yourself, be confident, and be strong.

Because you are yours. Before you are ever anyone else’s.

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Mamalia Penghancur

Aku adalah Bumi. Sumber kehidupan yang bertransformasi menjadi benda ringkih tak bernyawa. Aku dibunuh secara perlahan. Salahkan mereka! hakimi mereka! Para anak adam, mamalia penghancur itu! Semua ini ulah mereka! sakit rasanya…. sakit…. Mereka bakar hutanku, aku tak bisa bernafas. Diriku dieksploitasi, dianiayanya seakan aku adalah budaknya. Aku tak Butuh uang mu! Ku tak peduli apa gelar mu! Cukup!! Hentikan pesta tak bermoral ini. Bunuh saja aku! Tapi, jika aku mati, kalian juga mati.

Bumi, 21 Mei 2016

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Same old love, same old style and same old cat . what a cozy morning ⛅