I live in fear that i may not love this way again. I fear that no one will compare to you; that they'd all be 2nd best, barely compensating for the love i never got.
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I live in fear that i may not love this way again. I fear that no one will compare to you; that they'd all be 2nd best, barely compensating for the love i never got.
Haters gonna hate.
I hate his fetish about photos. It's just so superficial for me. What's the purpose of photos anyway? To capture moments, right? For them to be colorful reminders of the good times. So one day, we could look at them and see how great everything was. Should it matter if it's blurred? Should it matter if we had the same faces for 10 of the shots cause the shutter was left pressed? Should it matter, the way it was edited, the type of special effect, the background to crop? Should it matter if it was placed in a collage, the color or the frame of the collage, the captions and the smileys used? Should it matter if some of the blurred and "imperfect" photos were uploaded on facebook? Do they have to be perfect before anyone and everyone get to see them? Should any of these really matter? What are we, superstars with "images" to preserve? Ha-ha. It just seems so shallow when compared to the essence of why we take photos. It's quite understandable if we're, or even if he is, a professional photographer. But we're not. We were just friends preserving the fun. Or at least that's how it is for me. Why oh why did he have to complain on why the blurred photos were uploaded on facebook. So so shallow, and once again, disappointing. It didn't used to matter, but it does now? I don't get it. I know i may be overreacting, and i know it may even be shallow to post this here (HAHA!) but i just had to let that out. Irritating!
I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention.
Augusten Burroughs, Running With Scissors (via teenager90s)
Just ranting my heart out
I'm sorry, i guess, for staying out late to study. For appearing as if i do not have, once again, any appreciation for what we have (that we have this comfortable house i can study in). Sorry for wanting what i want and from demanding too much from you. Sorry for putting most of my time into something that i'm not even sure i appreciate anymore. Sorry if right now, i am choosing to write everything here instead of talking about it with you because i do not need this emotional baggage right now. I do not need this guilt that you're trying to add up to this big pile of emotions i've got. Honestly, i can already break down at the slightest push and i'm just really trying so very hard to hold myself together. I am at the final stretches of what i've worked so hard for to survive in the past months. I do not need this now from you of all people. Sorry for refusing to cry. Sorry for refusing to feel anything. Sorry because i am not really sorry at all. Sorry because any time after this, i would still be studying out. Just know that i would not be doing it if i wasn't so desperate to do it. I do not expect you to understand. I do not expect that you see this as i see it. It's hard enough as it is that i am questioning whether i made the right choice or not; i do not need you to start questioning it too. So please. Just give me a bit more time before you start giving out your sentiments. I only need two more weeks at the most and you can tell my ear off and i can cry until you pity me and forgive me. But right now, you cannot also expect me to understand anything or do what you want me to do. Sorry, again, for being a self centered pain in the ass. But that's who i need to be right now.
HOLY SHIT, IT WAS THE ORIGINAL ONE
MAKE A WISH
the first post ever on tumblr
this was why they put the reblog button on the bottom of posts
I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO SEE LINDSAY LOHAN OR SOME SHIT WOW
Always reblog because perfection.
Amazing. :)
Newton's Third Law
A reaction comes with an equal and opposite reaction. I love him, but he doesn't love me. So where did my love go? In what corner of the universe did that love end up going to? They say that what you put out there, is the same thing you get in return. So where did it go if he didn't accept it? Is it lost? Is that part of me lost already? Wasted, somewhat "thrown away", on someone who chooses not to see it, not to feel it, to be oblivious of it, when it's right there, staring him in the eye. Can someone ever, at the very least, bring it back?
See you soon Manila :)
xo Lang
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January: When hell seems more comfortable than earth, pack a backpack with food and water for seven days and hit the open road with your thumb stuck out no matter how cold it is outside. For every passing car that refuses to pick you up, remember that reaching your final destination of happiness...
DETACHMENT :)
Finally. I want to detach myself from you. :) Not in the way that i will be gone, or that i will stay away from you. I'd still be there- i'd still be a constant in your life. After all, we have come too far from being just friends to being prime sources of comfort in times of need. But i just want to lose that "needy" feeling i have. I want to lose the feeling that i always have to let you know that i'm around. I know you know that i'm here anyway. I don't have to prove it everytime. :) I want to stop obssessing every now and again with who you're with, and whether or not they're better company than i am. I don't want to have to compare myself with them anymore. I want all those insecurities to stop. It's ugly. i have to know that i'm good just being me and that people, including you, love me for that. :) I'm not your girlfriend or anything right, so i should also stop assuming that i am one of your top priorities, and then be down in times when you prove that otherwise. (Haha! No bitterness here. I guess i'm just talking about the products of circumstances that made you made me see that; i know you didn't ever intend to make me feel that way.) So sure, maybe i'm the first you'd call when you have a problem or when you're down; i'm the one you rant to, and i, or actually, we, patiently listen to each other's problems. But then that's all there is to it. I'm not the number one you'd wish to spend time with or hang out with, and at times, i won't be the first you'd call. but what the fuck, that should not be a problem to me! :) I should let that go. Just knowing that i am one of those you come to should be ok for me. :) Anyway, i'm happy to find out that i am actually slowly being able to detach myself from you. I am happy for myself. :) i feel and i know that i am in the process of healing and acceptance. :) I no longer feel the need to message you every now and then. If you need me, you can find me. If i need you, which is becoming less and less, then i'll call. But the need, like i said, is not that strong and heady and immediate anymore that i wait, even somewhat agitated, for your reply and immediately reply back like it's the most important thing. God, it's funny to write this. :) i was pathetic wasn't i? haha. Likewise, i'm opening up myself to other people, something i think i failed to do back in college because i'm obssessing with the way we are. I think the people i have now, those happy friendly people that i always get to be with, came in just the right time that i am welcoming people in my life. That i am open, and that they are also fun to be with and more in line with my personality. I'm happy that i am not straining to be with you more, and instead, choose to be with those people. :) i'm also happy that i am not that selfish when it comes to "sharing" you. I guess i'm kinda confident now with my status with you. That i am the bestfriend. i'm not that affected anymore when you have fun with other people because aside from the fact that i have my own people now too, i already have the confidence that if we need each other, the friendship is there, strong enough to depend on. :) If you only knew the darker days i've been through because of obssessing for that love i want from you. well now, i'm at the better end of the cycle. I'm slowly getting out, with the contentment of what we already have right now. :) I can breath now! For so long, i've been trying to lose the "needy" feeling. I'm happy to be slowly losing it now. :) even though i'm still in the process, and there are still times when these thoughts actually bother me, i'm happy to say i'm in the process now not for any selfish or vain or bitter sentiments of "moving on"; it's for the sole reason that finally, i am choosing myself and i'm choosing to be happy. :) seems cliche, but really, there's a certain comfort in being able to say it. :) see, we can be happy and fun when we're together. But i can also be happy without you. :)
Reblogged from somewhere.
If it’s love, if it’s really love… Then it should make me a better person, an-HD version of myself. Not someone who’s pitiful, worrisome and always craving for your time. If I truly love you, then I would know that I love myself too.
If it’s love, like the kind of love I expect it to be, then it should not make me suffer like this. I wouldn’t be able to hold in this much love if it was the real kind. I wouldn’t be able to keep it a secret. When you love someone, you say it loud, you say it proud, no matter the consequences. You don’t even think there are consequences. You won’t care what they will be. What’s important is for you to let the other person know. It won’t matter much if you get rejected or not. just him knowing about it, and for me being able to let all that love out, is enough. If I truly love you, then I would have told you that by now.
If it’s love, in all of its insensibility, I wouldn’t be able to contain myself. For the longest time, I’ve wanted to hug you and to hold your hand. To think that I’m the kind of person who’s extra sensitive to touches. I’m the person who’s a little bit afraid to be touched. But I want to hug you and give you my strength and my love. For the longest time, I’ve been coming in and out to those kind of dreams- that we’re together; that someday, we’ll actually end up to be. If I truly love you, I would have hugged you by now, with all my heart.
If it’s love, the one that’s pure and real, then it would make me happy. Sure, you make me happy. And we enjoy the company of each other. But what happens to me when you’re out there, making a world for yourself? What happens to me when you’re you and I’m me? I’m not happy, because I know you can find completion without me. You can find the life you want, even if I’m not in it. And that’s what makes me sad. Because I lose myself, I lose my happiness without you. If I truly love you, it should make me happy, with or without you, as long as I see you are happy too.
So this is what happens at times when I don’t want to love you. I convince myself that I don’t and I didn’t and I won’t ever will. But the truth is that I do.
And for that I am a pathetic single person that keeps on waiting.
Now that I’ve written out my reasons, I hope I could always go back to this. At times when my love for you is at its strongest, that is also almost always the time when I don’t want to love you. Because it can potentially destroy me. Because i know that I lose a part of me to you.
Maybe someday, I’m gonna have enough of my masochism and tell you. Lose it all or have it all. I won’t care anymore.
Anyway, for now, it’s not that kind of love, isn’t it. So lets just face that dilemma someday. 😁😊
Again and again, I try to fool myself.
I won’t stop until I have succeeded.
One-way
There are boundaries that you and I never dreamt of crossing in fear that when we do the whole world would dissolve into the background and space would contract every second and a half and reality would become a work of fiction too far away from where we stand, too distant in case we would want to return.
We know all too well that once we step beyond these walls I built or the lines you drew, there’ll be nothing else but specks of light.
-rc
We, can be happy
and not know it
or broken
and not notice.
We can be
this broken and happy
without ever having to ask,
why.
-rc
"Love" on the other hand...
William: I want the real deal.
April: Forget about the real deal. You don't find it, it finds you.
William: What does that mean? I don't know what that means.
April: It means that you get to a certain age and then you're ready. You know, you're ready for kids or a commitment or, you know, a mortgage. You know what I mean? And the person that you're with then, they become the one.
William: So you're saying it's not who, but it's when.
April: Exactly.
Today. I was freed. 😊❤
"I’m sure about you.. I’m 100 percent sure but you need to be able to say the same thing about me.. we could have it all.. I think you need to figure out what it is that you want, and what type of future you want to have."
Hannah McKay (Dexter)
I am here again, perhaps I never really left
Once in a while, I still long for another shot in this place.
A kite is wrung around a post on the field I remember him standing at the foot of Mt. Makiling
and then I forgot what I was remembering. I press the shutter, the world develops...
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