You look so cute in your picture. Just sleeping. I wish you were that innocent all the time so it makes it easier to forgive you. But you can’t have it the easy way with me. Not anymore.
Please know that I won’t always be here anymore. Its your turn to take chances.– (via meowrissey)
Someone Must Get Hurt - She Wants Revenge
Please don’t touch me, I’ve come too far to let you bring me down It stings that I’m easy but try as you might you can’t have me now These tedious dances we run through but I’ve memorized them now I quietly melt down and consent to you if only just to bawl As I stare through you and I stand quite still And an alarm sounds just up the road I can tell you’d...
Nothing makes sense anymore. It’s too fucking much for me to even drop a single tear. I hate him so much that I want to take his brains out. I hate her so much that I want to slap her in the face over and over again. I could be a rational person given the time I’m off my insanity period, but I cannot take this lightly. EVER. When it comes down to it, maybe it’s my fault for...
I think it’s selfish of you to ask me not to end it when all you did was tell other people you love them behind my back. It’s so fucking selfish of you. And you, too. You’re selfish. Everything is bullshit now.
Picture anybody growing up so stupid he didn’t know that hope is just another...– Choke, Chuck Palahniuk (via carveitout)
Do you know how it feels to be betrayed by the person you love? Do you know how it feels for people to do this to you over and over again? Do you know how it feels to be completely oblivious about what’s been going on? I guess you don’t, ‘cause you like fooling around with your ex while you’re letting your girlfriend know how much you love them. You like telling your ex...
SUCK IT UP, BEE. FUCKING SUCK IT UP.
What a day.
I really hate getting in between. But in all honesty, I’m on his side now. There are some shit I’ll never speak of until the day I die, shit that are buried now, but messy, little things are just not one of them. Any person in my situation would do the same, too. I’m just not a good friend. I’m a great girlfriend but I’m a bad friend. That is all there is to know...
The internet is getting boring. Nothing’s ever new anymore. It’s the same old shit, the same old people.. Oh, wait. That’s how real life is, as well. Bummer.
If only tonight we could sleep In a bed made of flowers If only tonight we...– If Only Tonight We Could Sleep, Deftones cover
Just look at the hair. Just the hair, alright? ‘Cause I don’t have a clue what to do with mine. Either: a. Dye it chocolate brown, layer it but retain the current length of my hair or b. Dye it a lighter brown (but not as light as the one below), and chop it. I seriously can’t decide. Iris Gravemaker and I have the same round face and the same texture and volume of hair,...
Dear Clothing and Money gods,
I need money to buy new clothes. I’m not even asking for brand spankin’ new, retail clothes. Even just clothes from thrift shops would be really awesome. Also, if you find Time god, tell him to give me a lot of free time to go to Cubao or Quiapo or that Ukay-Ukay near uni. I’m legitimately tired of the same old shit, and I’m legitimately tired of mixing up my clothes just...
So, I just learned how to ride a 2-wheeled bicycle
It was fucking awesome. Though that mountain bike gave me serious ass pain after, I still had a helluva lot of fun. Nineteen freaking years have gone without my ever learning how to ride a bike - riding trike bikes and sidecars don’t count, obviously. And now, I find myself wanting to own a bike when we move to QC this October. We’ll live in a quiet suburban village anyway, so why the...
I want to fucking take a break. My thesis is going nowhere since I haven’t made any progress as of late. I’m so exhausted as fuck of school. I want to just hang out all the time. I miss having late-night conversations with my mom. I want to have movie marathons with Chok. I’m so tired of drinking Cobra everyday. We’ll be having our graduation picture taken next week; the...
I’m rummaging through old folders that I could delete since my PC is sort of lagging recently. I stumbled upon old pictures of me with my used-to-be-close friends. I drifted apart from them ‘cause I’m a really bad friend, you see. I talk to the others on occasion, but this one friend-who I’ve known since we were in the first grade-has never spoken to me for a few months....
It sucks to be a woman sometimes; you’re always going to be a target for sex. And when you’re too open, it’s always your fault. You’re the dumb one. And you can’t do anything about it because you’re always going to have a vagina down there and they’re always going to be dicks.
What could’ve been, what has been, what is, what will be.
So, I passed my painting and digital entry for Shell earlier. I was glad I got to see Macy, who I haven’t seen in ages (well 3 weeks) at the Shell office. Sadly, the bastards didn’t accept my painting since it was undersized. Fuckers, why don’t they try to paint in a big-ass canvas, bring it back and forth to school, waste money on fucking paint, waste fucking energy and shit. I...
So. Chok had another tattoo done by one of his best friends, though it’s not totally done yet. It’s his advance birthday present for him. I don’t know why Chok isn’t too keen about it. I mean, c’mon.. It looks fucking swell to me! Well, I also had to do my painting entry for Shell (oil companies really need to hold contests months apart, not weeks apart, for...