I fall in love with everything. I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.
Haven’t had a girl crush in years but… currently having a major girl crush on this young lady!
I have dreams to chase, desires to fulfil, kindness debts to pay, but also the intense perseverance to not declare my failure in this country.
Oh dear god of job, please hear my desperate whisper and grant me a job. Please don’t give up on me.
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.
A lot of mothers will do anything for their children, except let them be themselves.Banksy
Typewriter Series #571 by Tyler Knott Gregson
London will have a big chunk of my heart if we ever have to say goodbye.
it struck me by awe when most of the girls i grew close with broke the news that they are leaving this country for good. mostly to get into marriage. i have almost forgotten that this is not my soil. this is not where friendship lasts physically, not where people stays. this is where people come to create their story, and soon after, they need to move on to compose the rest of their chapters. i shouldn’t take my time here for granted. who knows, one day, sooner than i thought, it may come to an end for me too.
for a long while i’ve been trying to write. about something. love, life, hatred, random inspiration, or a new hobby, a new recipe i made, etc. but it stopped there. no words came into mind, there is no vision of any metaphor to convey that empty idea that i dyingly wish to throw it out there. i miss the intense emotions that used to breed in me, i miss putting my experience in words that many people can relate to. i supposed, while my age crawl through the young and wild youth, i have manage to define a model of myself in my head, which tells me how i will react to certain things and the effort I will make to take me through down times. the blindsided feelings that once need to urge their way out of my head are now managed by a voice named ‘rational’. one persuasive assumption that i can make, is perhaps, i have come into such good terms with my feelings that they have became mundane. are my feelings dead? i don’t want them dead.
No one has the right to tell you who you are and control your life, cause its yours. Your life is meant to be lived by no one else but yourself. We sometimes let people get the best of us, destroy us and change our opinions on what we believe is true. Only you know what’s right for yourself, you have the power, you make the choices and you learn. Each experience we go through in life is a lesson to be learned. We all make mistakes, why is that so hard for some to understand? No one should be judged by the mistakes they have made. Its past news. Everything happens for a reason, and without the hard times, how would we ever realize our true strength? It’s only through a time of suffering when we realize how strong we truly are inside, when we realize how much we can actually put up with and deal with before we eventually break.(via thelovewhisperer)
the little things about reading
after a year of reading on kindle and a lot of talking myself into how i really love the convenience of carrying a 50mm book in my little shoulder bag on this slim and flat device, i’m coming out of the closet and tell you, i just dont like it! it isnt the same as reading a book. the touch of a dainty book cover with embossed detail, the smell of a new book, listening to that crisp page flipping sound, the fighting of the urge to read the last page, the increasing heart beats when the left is thicker than the right and everything is coming to an end sooner than you expected.. all these little enjoyment of reading make reading, reading. i missed them much. my kindle is out of battery, like telling me he knows i dont fancy him that much anymore. i set it aside and took a breeze walk in the sun to the library to loan some books :)
The culture doesn’t encourage you to think about such things until you’re about to die. We’re so wrapped up with egotistical things, career, family. having enough money, meeting the mortgage, getting a new car, fixing the radiator when it breaks – we’re involved in trillions of little acts just to keep going. So we don’t get into the habit of standing back and looking at our lives and saying, is this all? Is this all I want? Is there something missing?Morrie Schwartz