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What we have all along.
Too much on your mind to think about.. When we lost someone/something/somebody and we tend up to be an optimist, we always have this thought with us, “If God takes something away, he replaces something better“. We always make ourselves believe that there will be a replacement to what have been lost. And to the extend, a replacement of something better. When we lost something really special, just to save ourselves from dismay and regrets, we will look up on finding something much greater than what we have lost. Honestly, that’s when the real problem takes in. We do expect. But on the process, sometimes, there’s no replacement. No another him or her. No new whatever. There’s no better thing. We keep on waiting but to no avail, we’ll just disappoint ourselves. The worst part of this is that, when we think that there’s no something better because the one we’ve lost was the best one. For some instances it can be, but about the other truth of losing someone, it can not. The only constant fact about losing something/someone is for you to realize that you have let go, either willingly or unknowingly something/someone that you don’t want yet to be out of your reach. As the best all time quote about losing, ” You will not realized what you have missing until it’s lost” and that is exactly the main reason why we crave for a replacement for someone/something that has been lost, because we don’t want to feel the certain feeling of loneliness of something/someone that have slipped away. But what will happen to your story when the climax for the arrival of the replacement was suddenly clipped out of the chapter? Most of you might think that it must be the end. But actually, if you visualize deeper over your story and scanned out the previous entries, you will realized that it’s not a bad ending after all. Here’s the point, sometimes, we lose someone/something, just for us to realized what we already have all along. Most of the time, what we are really looking for are just right under our nose. We lose something/someone and end up realizing how worthy those things/people who have been there in the background. It can be called as a blessing in disguise but it’s really more likely that way. Losing is not all about searching for a new one but perhaps, looking back on what we already have. Sometimes, being contented with what God have gave us made us more of a valuable person and refrained us from losing anything important to us. When we start to feel like what we have is actually what we need, we lose the desire of having more than enough. With that, we are losing something we don’t really need– the excessive desire. On the halfway, we have been reunited to something/someone who appreciates us more than what/who we have lost. What you need is an efficient time to look back, pick it up again and not just start but continue your untold chapter with your previous important something/someone that deserves more of your time, your energy and above all rest, your love. Let’s get going, I guess.
You came into my mind and I thought, “nope not gonna happen, impossible.”
Say You'll Be Mine - Jason Derulo
Do you miss someone?
Shes not just someone:)
There are no words, sometimes for the pain that finds us. Only time, as it drips along into a new day, a new breath, a new smile, a bigger fight and of course a braver you :)
Boyz II Men - First Love
Sweet Jesus!
This song just punched me to the ground, so dang hard.
If only I could turn back the hands of time.. I wouldn't have made certain mistakes I made then. #Learningfrommymistakesnow
Today.. was just one of those days where everything I did reminded me of you and silly because every song I heard somehow related to you. Seriously, I hate days like today because they remind me of the one thing I dont have. Smh
Hahahahahaha dont you ever ever ever fuckin try to touch me
You will know you made the right decision when you picked the hardest and most painful choice, but your heart is at peace.
Wipe Your Eyes - Maroon 5
Typically you’d think that if you were going to start a blog, it’d start with day one. However, day one of my breakup was spent playing Boyz II Men “First Love” over and over in my car so I was a bit incapacitated, needless to say. Haha loser. Also on my last post whose happened to be day 6. Technically, this is really like day 18 since the previous week was spent fervently denying this breakup was actually happening in the first place. Haha! Regardless. Since stalking and being in a relationship by yourself is generally frowned upon and yes, quite pathetic. I know.
About 3 weeks ago, my year and so on relationship to the girl I was convinced would mother our 6 very adorable and highly intelligent children ended. I would love to say that our time together was pure and blissful heaven on Earth, but that would be a lie. In reality, it was more a mixture of heaven and hell with hell increasingly butting into heaven’s time as the months progressed. But throughout it all, this girl became my advice giver, my confidante, my music suggester, talking buddy, my biggest critic, and my biggest supporter and an ear I could turn to . I learned to love California more because of her. Through the good and the bad times, she became my best friend, the love of my life, my mon amour, my everything. And I miss her like hell.
I know, We’ve all been in love and lost love and said we were never going to fall in love again then did it anyways. We play the cycle out over and over everyday. But no matter how many times we do it, breaking up sucks. Yes? Haha Plain and simple. So I’m going to follow the best advice I’ve ever been given: If something is too painful, find a way to laugh about it :-D
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Yesterday, I can finally say that I finally stopped hoping.
God has a plan, I'll understand one day.
N'SYNC - God Must Have Spent (Boyce Avenue acoustic cover)
Lil Wayne - Its Been A Week
Now what?
Day 6.
People always describe break-ups as being on an emotional roller coaster. First youre low, then youre high, then back down again. True enough anyway. Denial, depressions tapos acceptance. Usually, this process is referred to when dealing with a death, but i have experienced every single one of those emotions for the whole week now. Haha!
I have denied the reality of our break up, insisting that we are still a couple whether she likes it or not. I have angrily leaving msgs and ranted on all over and how bad it was for me and how it treated me horribly and can we please get back together before i die from the pain? Something like that and stuff.
Then there was the depression, that i bet would take me forever to forget everything. It was the longest emptiness and i blamed myself for not being able to pull myself together and get over her. Sometimes it would hurt, give up a little, and Id think i was coming out of it. Id go on a promising date or get excited about things going on in my life and something but not.
So, as whole week passed, I have my good days and unfortunately some bad ones thrown in there as well. A good day is when i dont think of her at all. I like those days, seriously. But i usually dont get to celebrate their existence till she pops into my head again and i realize it has been hours (only hours, yes) since the last time i thought of her. Lol hooray meh
And then there are the bad days. As in very very bad days. Theres fewer and fewer of them, but that almost makes them worse. They are the days when i still re-read up every convo we had. Every memories, every laughs, every fights, every i love you's. When I am exhausted by the dead ends, I succumb to depression. Silly, right? It was so painful. Most days, though. Shell pop into my head for a minute or so, triggered by a song or memories, until i can successfully shake her out, distracting myself with loud music or mindless chatter with a friend. Sometimes, i want to email her, share a funny story with her or recommend a movie Ive seen. But, I dont. And im not trying. Im done trying to be good after all. I know all too well how easily an ok day can turn into a bad one. Well.
But all ll in all, I guess shit isnt so bad. I smile more than i cry. And Im pretty sure i can make it through The Notebook or One Last Chance without breaking down into sobs into your memories, although Im gonna hold off on proving that theory for the moment. And i have to admit though, those "no one else come close" song? Well, they still make my heart sink.
Happy 1 year and a month to my favourite girl! Well, It's always been her. Damn, sometimes the truth really hurts.
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Its just a broken heart. Broken hearts still beat. Ill live.
Paul