not the smartest thing she's ever said

harmlessly. ardently. vehemently. severely. entirely. cosmically.

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“After noon at a cafe” thoughts

It’s been fourteen months and I still don’t know where to draw the line because I don’t even know if there should be a line to cross.

It was approximately fourteen months when I last poured out my feelings towards you, how I felt like I can be very considerate because I thought I more than like you, how I was so optimistic that things could only get better and how I was so naive to believe that I was the only one.

You could talk to somebody for hours everyday and still can not know them, after pressing the end button people change, how they think and how they feel. It was easy to believe that there was me and you, it was easy to forget that there was a story to your past and it was easy to feel that everything was unalloyed and saccharine. You made me think that way because you knew I was new to this, I was ignorant of the game and that I was wide-eyed about the rules. I was so smitten by the fact that I found someone whom I can be silly for a minute and talk about divine interventions the next. I was beginning to think that you might be the real deal and that you have prime intentions, maybe you still do but a boy will always be a boy.

I was the only child for twelve long years and I expected that things are spoon fed for me, that the people around me would adjust for me but one fateful night my trust issues were questioned. You made me believe that I was the only one thinking about me and you, that your past is also your present and that I’m not the only one. I was cringing of disappointment, not of you but of me because I was clouded by my judgment, how could I ever let you break down my walls that stood mightily? How could I ever let you see the vulnerable side of me? How could you innocently listen to my dreams and listen to hers too? I was cowering in shame that I didn’t see the red flags at the beginning. You justified about it saying it wasn’t that bad and nothing’s wrong with it and by that you made me feel stupid and clingy. I guess I wasn’t the one to evade the rules, you did. And I still let you in. I know that you know I will let you in still. Now, I’m left with utter stupidity.

Night seems to be my nemesis now, it keeps me awake when I needed to rest the most, so conducive to overthinking and failed attempts to reassure myself that I am doing the good thing.

I should’ve learned by now that people are not what they say they are. They aren’t.

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She is...

Some say she is a shade of blue, sometimes the type that envelopes the infinite sea but just like the sea it can be treacherous and mercilessly honest and deceiving, sometimes the type that hugs the clouds, naked, magnanimous and halcyon.

Some say she is a shade of piercing orange, sometimes the type that is deafening and mean as the thunder that comes after an impatient lightning, that demands to be heard and, at most, demands to be felt; sometimes the type that is vibrant and hushed like the ending of a day, a sunset, yes. She always liked endings because the beginnings always give her anxiety, false hope and a premature discouragement.

Some say she is a shade of pink, sometimes the type that is muted and naive like a newborn baby’s cheeks, sometimes pretty and vulnerable but she knows she can never be beautiful and she can never be broken and somehow she is fine with it, sometimes the type that is ravenous and deep as the glowing death of a star that holds a thousand, no, billions of secrets and memories that can never be resurrected which will only cause perpetual grief.

Some say she is a shade of violet, sometimes the type that is untouchable and royal, who made herself impenetrable by the feathers on her wings that she heisted from success and bought by tenacity and diligence. Sometimes the type that is nearly vague and enigmatic, that leads to bruises, bruises on her brain, on her hands and on her heart all courtesy of her friends: over thinking, what ifs and her best bestfriend that is named maybe.

Some say she is a shade of black, concealed and mistaken, sheltered from the outside and always hidden in her detonating thoughts, a galaxy of unadulterated open mindedness. Sometimes the type that is as dark as an alley that is forced to see and witness the grotesque faces and intentions of people.

But maybe she is ever changing, she is not just one color or shade or hue, she can also be passionate as red with a pinch of conniving yellow and a spray of inspirited green. In return she risked being blindly judged as weird and eccentric but if it means authenticity and being free from the blanket of ennui and ignorance then so be it. Either way nobody can ever tell who she is because she is unstable and ready to shatter so when she does it will shame the dancing routine of the Northern Lights, the Sun will be atomic, the Moon will reveal its mystery and the rainbows will be pedestrian and her radiance, oh my, her radiance will give birth to a new collective catastrophic color- HER.

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Sarah Kay is my new hero. 

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Rebeca Mae - “Dear God of Hiccups” (NPS 2015)

“Thank you for reminding me to appreciate the stillness when you’re gone”

Performing for Salt Lake City during prelims at the 2015 National Poetry Slam. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

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Arguments due to Tupperware.

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Where I went, no one could follow. Yet someone managed to hold my hand.

John Banville (via weltenwellen)

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Magic Madness Heaven Sin

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This song brings back a certain moment in the end of 2013 when I, everyone, thought and hoped that I would enrol back in school. I was so decided and buoyant that I’d be having school problems and school love all thanks to this song and Fifth Harmony’s Sledgehammer. But time decreed it not.

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Meet Me Halfway

To whom this may concern: Don't fret, don't overthink, don't cry because all I know is that my feelings for you runs deep than the Marianas Trench, brighter than the constellations of stars combined, certain as night and day and stronger than Paris' will to bring Helen home to Troy. This may be a long due confession and declaration but a declaration nonetheless. I was all right living with myself alone, laughing at my own jokes before hitting send, eating forsaken dinners and dragging myself to the last full show of movies unescorted but by large coke and texan barbecue dips. Though I am aware that something, someone needs to fill up the inexplicable solitude that hits me like a sledgehammer; I was sure that I haven't meet the one yet, that the love story of my life is yet to be told, that all of the people I met was detours toward him, that life and love has been prepping me for him to come. I couldn't be more wrong and that comforted me. The funny thing is life seems to be messing with me because I didn't know I found him already and that after 8 masochistic years, he's still the avalanche that destroys my walls that was once so high, he's still the gravity that pulls me back to sanity and he's still the reason that makes me question why I haven't tried love in life yet. I was holding back in a lot of things; in friendship, life and love, that much is true. I was unbelievably cautious and careful to the extent of people judging me as bromidic and heartless even. I swerved because I know who I am, I know what I want and I know where I stand, but what I didn't know is this: He'll come back for a greater purpose or so he says. My towering concern is his sincerity even up till now. He should've never let me go, he should've fought the dogma of us, the idea of being together under the guidance of the Highest Being. He was unsteady in making me feel I'm worth the effort and time maybe because we were young and naive but that was still a major disenchantment for him so I held him free without knowing how to love and how to be loved. I always believed that I am no one's option and I am no one's plan B, I worked my ass off to be someone's number one and plan A. He justified his absence after all these years and I don't know what to believe anymore because I feel like as if I'm part of his chess game and it's just a matter of time before he'll exclaim "Checkmate!" and I don't want to be on the losing end. The flare that was kindled could shame the burning of Nero, it may have waned and weakened but its as if it didn't depreciate. It was right there all along, just there, unleashing subtle incandescence and allowable warmth just to know that it's there, waiting to be lit again. Now, with a new reborn perception in life, I am ready to dive headfirst.

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Tbilisi by Sandro Laliashvili Follow us on Instagram @graphicdesignblg

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How high can a sycamore grow? But, this ain’t a sycamore. Ha.

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Looking up and seeing those achromatic fluffy clouds in the sky makes my head ache with questions and wonder but when I look down at my feet, I am relieved. Why you may I ask? I lowered my gaze and I found repose and solitude. My Rabb never burdens one soul with things he couldn't bear and that Allah knows best, Allahu alam. That's the problem of men, I think, we ask and ask not knowing that what we had and what we're having is already for the best. We transgress because we want more, not for comfort but just for the sake of wanting it MORE. I ain't implying that wanting something bigger and better is an abomination, I'm trying to connote that one must not chase the pleasure of this life with exaggeration and improvidence because the Dunya was designed to depriciate.

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Oh, you didn’t know? Well, I am here to remind you of this very fact. Say Alhamdulillah? You should. _____ I do not even know how to start this one, because there are so many things that come to my mind just to let you know how blessed you are because you are a Muslim, not by your name, not by your race but because of Allah’s choice, and what better choice is there other than Allah’s?! How can we be so ungrateful?  _____

Let me remind you of the story of ‘Umar Ibn Al Khattab Radiyallahu Anhu, yes you may know about his conversion story but what I wanted to point out here is that his conversion was actually an answered prayer of the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam, a choice made and given by Allah. Narrated by Ibn Umar RA, the Prophet Muhammad Sallallahu Alaihi Wassalaam made du’a to Allah saying “O Allah, help Islam with one of the two men that is more beloved to You: Abu Jahl or ‘Umar ibn Al-Khattab.” …And the more beloved of the two to him was ‘Umar.” _____ What is the point of sharing this story? To make you realize that like ‘Umar Ibn Al Khattab, Allah also chose you to be His Slave.  That someone made du’a for your guidance, oh little did you know how much your parents made du’a for you, or your friend or some stranger from the street, but do you even recognize this blessing that was given to You? O my dear brothers and sisters in Islam, this is the month of the Qur’an, the month of forgiveness upon forgiveness, would you just let this Ramadhan pass by without making an impact and change in your life? Should this be one of those wasted Ramadhans?  Take heed O sound soul! You are a choice of Allah! You have been chosen by the Greatest One which makes you a great choice! Allahu’akbar! Allah chose you. Amongst billions of people, He chose you. There must be something in you, I may not know or we may not know that but surely Allah knows what that something is, so make sure that it is your heart! Do not part from the Qur’an, do not part from His Guidance, do not part from His Choice, O Muslim do not part from Allah! Do not part from Allah! Do not. _____ And I pray this Ramadhan is making you more closer to Allah, may He keep you all blessed and protected and we ask Allah to bestow upon us His Abundant Mercy. Amin Zohayma

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Impeccable timing but it felt like a goodbye.

Just when I think life could be greater than what I already know, it appears to be mocking me, again. My life is like a roller coaster ride, cyclical even.

First: Things don’t appeal to me, I am borderline monotonous, naive and in pre-menopausal stage. Second: I welcome my fair to middling life and sulk in a corner only to find myself comfortable than being outside with people. Third: Something unpretentious sparked and I start to give in to hope that things could look promising. I’m ready to be hit by life’s greatest blows. Fourth: I am mistaken, I am weak. My instincts are dead wrong, they never seem to function when needed most and I’ll soon realize it after the storm. Then back to the origin.

And today’s drama isn’t an exception. Someone whom I thought was long gone turns out to be never gone. We engaged in witty conversation and black hole deep realizations which is a major edge for me because I always wanted to be with the 2am version of themselves (if there is such thing). This someone made me feel weirdly special, my stomach tickled by a hurricane of butterflies and it surprises me that I surprised him about me. But here’s the but…. That someone must leave because the grass is always greener on the other side, future endeavors and life goals should always come first. I know that first hand and life has a habit of constantly reminding me about its weight. I do not know if I’m delusional or if I’ve read the signs wrong but I thought it was a beginning, scratch that, I thought it was THE beginning of something. Before it grew into a grandiose love story (okay, that was way cheesy for me) it was put to rest by the inevitable force of life and by “inevitable force of life” I meant me. I can’t afford to soar my expectations because I’ve had my fair share of disappointments, perchance more than enough. So, before I crash and burn I clung on no more. Maybe life saved me from the counterfactual tangibility of love. Maybe life itself decides that I’m not in the saddle for a serious rapport. Maybe life called the shots that I’m better off alone for a while. Or maybe not. I will never know.

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100 Fonts of the Year: 40th-31st

These are the font for the 40th to 31st place click on the names if you want to see more details:

31.Ilya FY by Fontyou 32.Voltage by Laura Worthington 33.Mariné by TipoType 34.Estandar Rounded by Latinotype 35.Libertad by TipoType 36.Wonderhand by Martina Flor 37.Courtesy Script Pro by Sudtipos 38.Nautica by Resistenza 39.Cereal by Andinistas 40.Newcastle by FaceType

You can check the full details in this site dedicated to the 100 fonts of 2014: fontsoftheyear.com

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The Horrendous Unbearable Dolor (pain)

This entry may come off as mean and quite depressing but I intend it to be in such fashion 'cause the topic of these series of words deserves more than an entry but a helluva legal cases and subpoenas. Strong words, I'm becoming one brave girl. 

She (yes, its a she), how can I put it, is a terrible person. It sounds really mean but wait till you get to meet her, though I hope you wouldn't meet her. She's a living wife of devil himself, geez, I'm ruthless but this is me being generous enough. She's a total pain in the behind. 

Hmm, one of her traits? Oh, there's a ton but none of them are enlightening nor uplifting. She may have dedicated her life to work but she didn't spare any for respect and humility. The worst of all, I, we all have to receive that same facade and smugness everyday at work. We have to endure weeks and months to be in the same clicking room for 12 hours if you're jinxed to be with her. Ugh! The thought is making me nauseous and it's 23:37.

What took me to write this entry is the fact that she's mercenary every freaking day, she always finds way to talk about her friends' problems and secrets (yes, I'm shocked that she even has so called friends), ditch people and scrutinize them with no strong grounds, bossy as all bosses are.

And this made me realize that I always have the urge to question authority, when things go awry and encroachment is very palpable. This made me think that I answer to myself and myself alone, that I can't point a finger to others, that I'm responsible of my own doings and that I should have the balls (I shouldn't have THE balls but you know what I mean) to shake it all off. 

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Untitled unter We Heart It.

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Monday Doodle: The Hobbit: Battle of The Five Armies trailer is out!!! Or some would say the part where the good stuff really happened. But man was is fanfreakingtastic! Peter Jackson best believe that we, Tolkienite, expect high, higher than the fortress of Helm's Deep. December is so far away though. 💥