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@kimmerific
There’s no words which can explain how sad I am. I’m sadness, I’m the wave of pain, a tired old soul, a dreamer who constantly lives in memories, a painful disaster- it hurts more than these words. I just can’t explain how broken I am…
Veronica B. (via wnq-writers)
I think that’s what happens when you’ve lived a lonely childhood. You get too attached to people as you get older, in the hope that they’ll give you the care and love that you missed out on and never leave you.
elsiewarrenswords (via wnq-writers)
You are a horse running alone and he tries to tame you, compares you to an impossible highway, to a burning house. Says you are blinding him, that he could never leave you, forget you, want anything but you. You dizzy him, you are unbearable. Every woman before or after you is doused in your name. You fill his mouth. His teeth ache with memory of taste, his body just a long shadow seeking yours. But you are always too intense, frightening in the way you want him, unashamed and sacrificial. He tells you that no man can live up to the one who lives in your head and you tried to change didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake. But even when sleeping you could feel him travelling away from you in his dreams. So what did you want to do love, split his head open? You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave then let him leave. You are terrifying and strange and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
Bye, Tumblr?
I tried to login my Tumblr account on the web version and it forced me to reset my password, which I cannot do because the email I used here has been compromised years ago, thus, I no longer have access to it. Gladly, it's still logged in here on my mobile app but I'm afraid the time will come that I will no longer have the ability to open this account. It has been almost 6 years if I'm not mistaken and I owe a lot of inspiration in this little corner of the internet. I often catch myself watching myself grow through browsing this virtual diary every now and then. I witnessed how I gave too much fucks about everything then gave no fucks, gave a few fucks every now and then and so on. I might create a new blog but I'm out of ideas as of now. Hope I can still update you all before it's too late for me to do so. Au Revoir ~
I grew up thinking that in order to live a happy life, I had to get good grades and go to a prestigious university and get a highly paid job. But as I grew older I began to realise that in order to life a happy life, I had to choose it for myself and not live a life that others expect of me, whether it be your parents, teachers or friends. This is your life. I made a decision that I didn’t want to be successful and live in a big house with fancy cars in the drive. So, I packed my bags and got out of this little town that had suffocated me for the last 18 years and drank coffee in small shops in Germany, chased the Horizon in Australia, woke up with a mountain view in Singapore. How beautiful is it to know that your feet have walked the grounds of many different countries and your skin has felt the air of many busy cities. Please darling, do not get lost in society’s belief that you are only successful if you have a well paid job, like I once had. As humans, we are going to die, that is one thing we are guaranteed in life. What will you care about the most while lying on your death bed, your fancy cars, big house? Or the stories and experience you have encountered on the journey of this beautiful thing called life? So there’s one thing I ask of you: please travel. Whether you’re 21 or 49. It is never too early nor too late so see the beautiful world.
i-wonder-lust (via wnq-writers)
A Beautiful Erosion
Imagine the piercing pain and bliss of anticipation. Imagine the ecstasy of knowing something wonderful could happen. You store your hopes and dreams and wishful thinking in a beautiful jar of glass. Admiring it so much that you can’t stop looking at it, mesmerized at the thought of every possibility. The excitement kills you, makes you tremble and shaky, and jumpy and fidgety.
And soon enough it happens. And soon enough the jar drops, and spill and and all it used to contain flies away. Going farther and farther, impossible to stop and impossible to chase. It happens unannounced, in a blink of an eye the moment that was once the future becomes the past. And all it could ever be becomes a ‘what it had not been’,
Another wound slowly turning into a permanent scar.
Why it didn't work out
To the first, it’s because we’re too young and pressured ourselves into finding something we weren’t ready to be dealing with in the first place.
To the second, it should’ve been a better story except, I wasn’t really into you and it was all just peer pressure. You were wonderful, nevertheless.
To the third, it wasn’t the best of times and we were clouded with doubts and different priorities.
To the fourth, nothing was ever wrong with us in the first place, we would’ve easily survived those roadbumps, except I was terrible at decisions and we ended up giving up what we built through the years.
To the fifth, you were never real.
To the sixth, I was enjoying myself too much with the world I haven't seen for years.
To more mountains and seas, valleys and coves, hills and rivers..to more adventures with you. ✨ @nemra_m #UltimateNorthLuzonRoadtrip (at Palaui Island, Cagayan Valley)
What is comfort? Comfort is fleece blanket.
Sometimes life hits you in the face and you realize you’re not contributing enough and your existence doesn’t sum up much into anything, and sometimes you feel so little and the Universe feels so enormous because it actually is and you wonder if there could probably someone better who could’ve existed instead of you because you are nothing but shit.
I’m driving fast, flash pushing through my limits ‘coz I just don’t care.
Goals 2016
Hello,
I should be working right now. It’s 4 AM at the 6750 office and I am supposed to working out an itinerary because I have 3 pending. But I figured out I would rather write for at least 5 minutes because if I slack off, I would always forget to do this.
I have been working for almost 5 months already and I am very ashamed to say...I only have more than 20K on my savings account. I have been reading so many investment stories and financial tips and I am very much persuaded to not keep my money sleeping on the bank, without growth. Today I have contacted Insular Life and BPI Asset management to request them to talk to me about my financial plans. I hope I get their e-mail tomorrow or very soon. I do not want to grow old and stay poor as fuck. I hope by the time 2016 ends I will have atleast 150K, and if I hopefully start to do some stock exchange action and mutual fund stuff it’ll grow up to 200K. I don’t know it doesn’t sound very realistic to me as of now but..I would give everything I can to reach this motherfucking goals.
You get confused on what toys to play at 4, you get confused on which cartoon show to watch at 7, you get confused on which fancy notebook to buy at 10, you get confused on which school you’ll enroll to at 13, you get confused on who to be friends with at 15, you get confused by your lovers at 17, you get confused on financial decisions by 20.
You just get confused all your life and it’s a never ending cycle of confusion. In the end, I fall asleep knowing that no matter how doubtful I am with my life. The cosmos are within me.
What if I fall and hurt myself Would you know how to fix me? What if I went and lost myself Would you know where to find me? If I forgot who I am Would you please remind me?
Hazy
#tryingtoworkmyass
