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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@fibikath
🍃 Gilbert Blythe in AWAE 2.04 "The Painful Eagerness of Unfed Hope"
Tumblr is down in the Philippines, right? I had to use VPN just to use it and that sucks :/
whimsical (this was last '24)
hi so i'm blonde hehe
My parents don't like me. It took a while to accept it, but I know they just don't. For I wasn't someone you can command. I was someone you have to let be. And they hated that.
They hate. I'm too tired. I don't wanna do this anymore.
This would be posted five years after, when I no longer feel the same, anymore. I saw two songs in Youtube, the one who answer for me. It says, ‘Please forgive me, if you’re not the one.’ Songs of Bryan Adams and Daniel Bedingfield.
So here I am, not knowing if you’ll ever read this letter. You deleted most of the ones you wrote for me, but here is mine again. I don’t know what I feel after a year, but I hope I am happier. Still, this letter is for you, not for me.
Do you know why I loved you more than anyone else?
I loved them, all completely. But with you, I wanted to be with you, and I wanted to grow old with you. I wanted to share weird things with you, and I wanted to see how we’d fit into the van, because damn, you wanted too many kids. I would have asked if I was such a mother pig, and you’d laugh.
You’d be in the library and I’d just walk in, and you’d be annoyed for me for not knocking. We’d argue for a bit and I’ll probably kiss you to shut up. Or maybe you. We’d argue about every small thing, and no one would win... well maybe, you.
We’d name our kids in Greek and well, in Latin names, I guess. I’d probably add some flowers’ names and maybe, you’d love them. You’d teach them how to play the guitar and sing with them, or maybe dance, which you love to do, too.
You’d handle the math problems. I’d go with English, because that’s better with me.
If asked why I loved you, I don’t know anymore. I saw a lot and my heart stayed, even when you went away. Even when you fell in love with someone else. Even when you didn’t want me to be with you then.
Hard it was but hard was what I could have, because it’s you. But you didn’t want that.
I really loved you, and I guess you also did, too.
But maybe, this world, just cannot permit us, too.
That’s why in most of the love song, we often liked the moon, rocketships, and the skies. For there, we can love as we are, as we can, as we could.
I want to say that it did not feel right, but I know that lying won’t make this better, so I’ll say, it felt so right that the woman who did not want to marry, wanted to marry you and be with you for the rest of her life.
I guess, this is just as it was, as it is. It is all that I can give.
You were the one in one point.
And now, you are someone else’s the one now.
I hope we both see our genuine happiness, this time. I love you, 3000.
I remember the cast off my hands when the tremble stopped, I could not hold your face nor look at you close enough. But I know I loved you the same. So I asked the skies, bring you one miracle, to never let you go, to show what I failed to do, to make you smile on the times that I could not do it for you. To be actually be there for you.
The glass I have been looking at finally broke, and the shatters made me see how happiness suit you most. My heart was breaking along the sleeves but I withheld, for I know that maybe, this is for the better.
For the first time, that felt right yet it was too much. And now, I still am in a place where the grass are greener and the skies are bluer, but I still could not let you go.
My heart never permitted me to. Months after the end, my heart was still yours to take. And none of the things that I thought would stop this have ever worked.
I love you still the same. All the way. No matter what.
Hello, Tumblr! It's been a while since I posted my face.
Describe your day in one song lyric and leave no explanation.
Fresh out the slammer.
This is the first time I am sleeping on a bed, alone in the house. I am not moved out yet, but I have found a unit near MOA, and have been here for the night after watching Six, the musical.
I am so weirded out but this is how it feels.
I don't know — it's sad.
I want to be with something. I know.
And I always wanted to be alone.
i kind of forgot my previous url na e hahahha something like slndmxx ata?? hahhahahah
OK U SHOULD HAVE JUST SAID SO HELLO MAMAAAAA 😚💖 how are you!!
hiii fibiiiii
Hellooo!! Wait who's this!!! I feel like i know you!
Miss you, Fibi.
ATE KO!! I MISS YOU PO!!! :((
I always thought of myself as someone great. There was no question about it, I was great. I am great. No one could tell me otherwise.
I knew myself as someone who was a dreamer, too. No one could take it away from me, no one could move me, and I would be as stubborn as I need to be. Until they took away the support system.
I lived. I survived. Barely, but I did.
Now, I look at the skies and wonder where I am. I don't know what's up, I am struggling today. My father called me a beggar yesterday. I knew what he meant, but I couldn't forgive him for it.
I have always wanted someone who believed in me, no matter what I did, and now I have myself. I do not need anyone else, and those that I need, I keep them beside me.
Ready is an understatement. I am willing to conquer what is needed to be conquered.
I don't think I'm going down. And I can survive whatever's to come.
I am great.
And I'm happy to be here, even it isn't that great yet.
I told my mom the reason why I didn't want to drive. It was because it was gonna add to my responsibilities that I never wanted, aside from cleaning the house, washing the clothes, and cleaning the dishes. Almost all of the housework is mine. I only do subpar work because if I do the best that I could, since I like cleaning, they'd expect me to do the same thing over and over again. And I am tired.
She told me was it because I didn't wanna fetch her from work? I said yes. Because it was. They'd have me do another thing again, another responsibility that I didn't want, and I have to shoulder it again. I despise that my dad never cleans. I despise that it is because I am a woman, that's why I was made for these things.
How the fuck is that even reasonable?
I didn't ever want a family if my partner would treat me like his maid or his mother. He can go fuck himself. I do not like this much labor. I am a dreamer.
And I want bigger things than trying to maintain a house I never felt home to. I am fucking exhausted.
And I want out. So much.
My parents never saw me and knew me enough. I don't even like to live with them.
I want out.
I desperately, want out. Maybe that's the reason why I just couldn't leave yet.
Because I am desperate for it.