I'm A Hurricane

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[rapgamefrangipane]

Hey

Do you ever find yourself being happy and sad at the same time? Like hoarding all the party balloons and watch them pop one by one? Hey guess who does, huh. Tell me about it.

I don’t understand though.

...

No, I really do. I just can’t grasp the whole situation right now. Or maybe I can I just don’t. I don’t even know if this is just PMS like wth homegirl you start having PMS now?? What’s next drowning into some tub of vanilla ice cream?? Oh pls.

I just start noticing things now and I realized I’ve already noticed way before, I was just being too positive about them but then reality still bites no matter how I try to dodge it away.

Why are people awful.

Why do they have to be so gddmn awful.

Why does the universe slap you with awfulness at times you feel the worst and still try to feel the best.

Then again, tomorrow is another day. Then again, you have to put your faith in humanity. Then again, you have to keep your strings together beause who else will. Then again, you have to keep reminding yourself this is not the perfect life you’ll ever have until Jesus comes back. 

Only then you feel better. Only then you start to acknowledge all the awful things (and people) and grow from them and not be like them. Only then you start collecting party balloons no matter how crappy you feel. Only then you believe being happy does not mean being okay.

All is well, homegirl.

You can be struggling but can still be happy. Because the joy comes from what is promised and what is to come and what is already given but has its perfect time.

Again, homegirl, repeat after me:

Being happy does not mean being okay.

[asproutingwallflower]

This show was such a gem.

[rapgamefrangipane]

RANDOM HATE POST

 HOW DO I STRESS OUT MY RESENTMENT AGAINST CAT CALLING!?

I know, I know. Honey, that problem is so cliché. Well, you better blame the cliché asswipes causing my cliché complaints!!! I’ve been peevish about this since I started becoming a woman in this debauched society. If only I have the guts to cuss I sure am gonna raise a finger on them. I’m not even kidding! But, you know, cursing and bad words are not even necessary (psychologically proven, ma homies!), AS WELL AS WHISTLING AND HOWLING AND SINGING RANDOM LOVE SONGS THAT SOUND PERVERTED WHENEVER A GIRL PASSES BY, I SUPPOSE!?? And all the other wayward lasciviousness. Ugh.

I know it’s better to ignore them since nothing will happen if you argue with them (they’ll cat call the next girl anyway), but sometimes I just couldn’t help but feel the fire and just give them this scary glare that, at least, makes them stop doing it to me. However, I usually ignore them thinking, “As long as they don’t touch me,” and if they do, I swear I’ll be the newest MVP in the soccer history and that’s fo sho (if you get what I mean).

[rapgamefrangipane]

I have a bunch of entries but my laptop is dead so... yea. 

[hplyrikz]

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she’d rush away again.

(via hplyrikz)

[halseylyrics]

Colors // Halsey

[all-caps-lyrics]

[rapgamefrangipane]

If there is a past, I have already forgotten it.

It’s not my fault that you argue about it. It’s not my fault she’s scared of her own ghost. It’s not my fault that it’s not of a big deal to me anymore that’s why I am entertaining the conversations now. It’s not my fault that you argue about it.

It’s not my fault.

But it has a bearing, I know.

It’s your fault for ruining things like this. It’s your fault for ruining my trust. It’s your fault for wasting my time. It’s your fault for making me believe you’re a true friend and not some kind of opportunist for the assumed feelings. It’s your fault that we can’t have good and smooth conversations now. It’s your fault for ruining things like this.

It’s your fault.

And it has a bearing, you should know.

It’s her fault for ruining the friendship we had. It’s her fault for mutilating the situation. It’s her fault for causing too much drama when we can just be civil friends and normally socialize. It’s her fault that we can’t keep conversations now. It’s her fault for ruining the friendship we had.

It’s her fault.

And it has a bearing, she must know.

It‘s my fault that I thought we can be friends like before. It’s my fault for not being assertive and cautious about the situation. It’s my fault that I thought it’s a petty argument she elevated. It’s my fault that I entertained conversations with you thinking we’re just being sociable. It’s my fault that I still see you as my friend. It’s my fault for giving you the benefit of the doubt. It‘s my fault that I thought we can be friends like before.

It’s my fault that I don’t grasp your thoughts.

It’s my fault that I don’t understand the past.

But it’s not my fault that I don’t care.

If there is a past, I have already forgotten it. And if ever it insists, I won’t resist because I don’t mind at all.

[rapgamefrangipane]

Uhhhh. As far as I remember I lost four? Maybe?

One girl went to NZ

One girl went to Denmark

One girl went crazy

The guy just went out of my zone. LOL

[rapgamefrangipane]

It's not always sarcasm when people ask you if you're okay. Mostly, they look at you and think that you're not okay but they respect your feelings and don't want to jump in any conclusion so they ask you first to know if what they think is true. People are not as cruel as you always think they are.

A Collection of Different Perspectives, Ciaka Alcantara

[rapgamefrangipane]

HDD BREAKDOWN

THE BITTER REALITY: No gadget lasts for good.

I thought I am already the best primitive gadget keeper ever. My Nokia E63, my ipod shuffle talking tech, my mixed tape player/recorder, my laptop  MY LAPTOP. It has been six years with my oh so dear laptop. It has been my companion for my student and blogger life   even my stalker life. Uhhh. Yea.

As much as I want to write more about this situation, I couldn’t. It breaks my heart *insert pa-special attention cry* LOL. This is actually a campaign to say that HELLO! Donate some laptop pls. Chos 

Srsly tho, since the worst just happened to my laptop, I might probably be away for a while via desktop/laptop, I’ll still be on mobile the most for now though. It’s just sad that the blog format will change since the mobile settings are kind of limited. AND IT’S SO SAD THAT THIS WILL CAUSE HASSLE FOR MY SCHOOL STUFF. UGH :(

Gone are the six years.

So long and goodbye, dear laptop. You have served me well. You will be remembered. You will always be loved. Yes. This is a short eulogy.

Byes!

[rapgamefrangipane]

“How did we get here?”

I asked myself.

Wondering how from laughter and butterflies we got tears and hurricanes.

How did it become her instead of me when it was all you and no one else?

“How do we get out of here?”

I asked again.

It’s not fair! It’s not supposed to be like this! You’ll never hurt me.

You can never hurt me.

Or maybe that’s what I just thought.

But I felt I was right even if I already thought everything was going wrong.

Because I thought I knew better. I thought I knew you. And I thought I knew us.

We were already there, why did we get here?

“Did we really get there?”

I started doubting.

Doubting the circumstances, doubting the timing, doubting my thoughts, doubting you, doubting us.

I saw you weak but treat you strong.

I saw you hurt and made you well.

You made me long for the beauty in the mountains.

You made me smile without any reservations.

We held hands not to be clingy but to feel warm.

We stared each other’s eyes not to be watchful but to be inspired.

I am not counting deeds or memories to bring you back.

I am telling you random stories we will soon forget.

Stories you’ve written in me which I thought you’d love to read out loud someday.

Stories I’ve started wiping away because I truly know better now.

“Did we really get here?”

Did we? Or did I just?

Because I think before I got here, you already did.

Because I think while I was still there looking for you, you already got here from running away.

“Where do we go from here?”

Don’t ask me.

Now that I got here, there’s no more we.

Now that I got here, stop playing games with me. 

 Now that I got here, I’m leaving your memories now for real.

“Where do you go now?”

I ask you.

I don’t have to ask myself anymore.

I know where to go. I know what to do.

And now that I am moving on, what happens to you?

— A Collection of Different Perspectives

[rapgamefrangipane]

They ask you what’s wrong but you don’t tell them anything. Because when you look at them you realize they just wanted to ask, they didn’t want to know. And, oh, how you hated a question without any comprehension.

A Collection Of Different Perspectives,

[rapgamefrangipane]

You are a fighter. You’ve always been a fighter; you don’t let them win. You are full of courage; full of love; full of pride and hopes held high. You are a keeper. You keep the memories; the ones you learned and the ones you just want to remember. You keep the battle-scars and you wear them on your skin like an art. You are a keeper and that’s the problem. You keep the fight; it doesn’t end, you don’t let go. You are a fighter. You don’t let them win but you always let them in, letting them sink in. You are a fighter; you fight everything else but yourself. You are a keeper; you keep everything for the scars, not for yourself. They did not win and neither did you

[aldielshala-deactivated20131110]

I’m gonna write today.

[peterpantasy]

I’m gonna write and I’m gonna draw.

I’m gonna.

I’m

gonna

text post of my life

EXACTLY

[rapgamefrangipane]

LIKE, FOR REALZZZZ

[rapgamefrangipane]

Because I miss my super duper best platonic friend ever of the opposite sex 👍🏻

[loominaty-deactivated20151110]

there are only two types of food in this world

1: food I have eaten

2: food I’m going to eat