Shein Jacob-Ribleza

1993, Manila Wordsmith. Wanderlust. Shutterbug Half FIL-ipina. Half AM-azing

[perfectfeelings]

“I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.”

— Joquesse Eugenia

[theambitiouswoman]

[petaltexturedskies]

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 18 May 1926, from The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin Vol. III: 1923-1927

[theambitiouswoman]

I notice a lot of people have very low standards for themselves and others. Of course, you’ll say standards are subjective… but are they?

Because when it comes to the things that actually shape your life. How you’re treated, how you show up, what you tolerate. There’s a clear difference between preference and self respect

A good trick here that everyone should incorporate is this: whatever your ceiling is, it’s now your floor. That should be your standard for yourself and for others. Romantic relationships included, especially since that’s where we tend to make the most excuses

If someone once showed you what consistency looks like, inconsistency is no longer acceptable. If you’ve experienced effort, you don’t downgrade to bare minimum. If you’ve seen what it feels like to be chosen, you don’t entertain confusion

Your past “best” isn’t something to reminisce on but something to uphold. The problem is, people experience something good once, then spend the rest of their lives tolerating less while calling it “being understanding” “being patient” or “not expecting too much”. But standards aren’t about demanding perfection from others. They’re about no longer negotiating on what you already know is possible

You don’t need to chase higher standards because you’ve already seen them. You just need to stop lowering them because this says I know there’s better but I’m going to settle for less. And this goes back to the things (excuses) we tell ourselves about compassion and understanding. Because the real issue comes back to what we think we deserve and not the other person

[catchymemes]

[shisasan]

16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

[autistobrat]

this too shall pass but the fuck was that for

[naddynagirna]

[pierangelis]

“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”

— Frida Kahlo

[thoughtkick]

“It’s easy to find someone to chill with. But it’s hard to find someone to build with.”

— Unknown

[nixscriptum]

[petaltexturedskies]

I don't know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

[perfectfeelings]

“You can’t be strong all the time. Sometimes you just need to be alone and let your tears out.”

— Unknown

[thoughtkick]

“But never have I been a blue calm sea. I have always been a storm.”

— Stevie Nicks

[constellatedlove]

there’s something so incredibly soft about the phrase “this made me think of you.” or, “this reminded me of you.” like!!!! being known is scary but then people see fragments of you in the world around them and can’t help but share that love and i think that’s beautiful.

[putaind3merde]

[hauxicrook]

Accurate description of @celesteablack

[petaltexturedskies]

I think we desperately need to return to analog culture and slow life. Handwritten letters, seeing movies in the cinema, taking pictures and frame them or put them into physical photo albums, reading physical books, in-person visits and interacting, and time spent outdoors. Our lives weren’t meant to be entirely online. The simple joys of tangible living are irreplaceable and can never be taken away from us. No screen can replicate the weight of a book in your hands, the smell of it, the warmth of someone’s voice without lag, or the way time slows when you’re fully present. Memories feel different when they’re not curated for an audience. The most meaningful moments were never meant to be documented; they were meant to be fully lived.