“I figured, that if trees are planted too close to each other tendency is that sometimes, they cannot extend their arms/branches in order to grow better and achieve greater heights. Just like people…. sometimes we just need that space in order to grow.”—
“He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the mid-afternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.”—Jonathan Safran Foer
I think I have done everything to do so, but then again, this is only half of the life that I want to live with you.
From my shortcomings and your 90% rebound rate of hatred toward me, from the lacking .1 percent of my 99.9 of trying to show you to what I want.
From the bottom of my wasted heart to your luminescent smile, from my stubby fingers to your freezing hands.
From Antipolo to Bicutan.
From UA&P to APC.
From me to you.
I LOVE YOU.
I’m not gonna say forever, because you don’t believe in that. I’m not gonna say until my dying day, because that’s from a movie. But what I will say is that I love you, and I love you.
I learned in my Foundations of the Humanities class is that creating complex sentences will only make things, well, complex. So to really defend my thesis statement, baring onnly the essentials will do me good.
So here lies my thesis statement:
“I LOVE YOU”
No bullshit, no arte. Just that.
I love you.
HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY. THE FIRST OF MANY, YES? :)
I knew i’d be sticking up with you since day one. You’re all worth it. I LOVE YOU through the tough and good days. I love you. Happy anniversary! :) Yes to the first of many happy ones! :)
We forget that there’s 2 in a relationship. Now, we may not want to change but eventually you’ll have to adapt. The life ain’t just yours, it’s shared between the two of you, you’ll have to accept changes and do something out of the ordinary. Don’t sit there and expect your partner to always understand and accept that ‘that’s always been you’, people can only take so much, be flexible and have exemptions. Minor changes doesn’t completely change you.
True enough. I hope this person eventually realize this. I really do.
“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.”—Stephen Chbosky
We’re girls, we get jealous, we hate that mother fucker who spams your facebook, we tend to assume things, our imaginations go wild. Every second you take to reply, thousands of things goes through our heads ; We start assuming, and this is when we get insecure. But then.. we’ll try comfort ourselves, we’ll think back to our conversations and make our-self believe you ain’t that type of guy. So don’t disappoint us.
Hope he can read this.
Us girls, we always want security and assurance from our men. But some of them just don’t know how to prove it. They end up disappointing us.
Someone asked me today, “Micah, i seldom see you wearing sexy clothes. Why?”. Maybe some of you too are wondering why. You know guys, even though i’m skinny and i have the advantage to wear any clothes i want, i’d rather wear a pair of jeans and a lousy top or Shorts and shirt. Occasionally, i wear dress (when i’m required to) but i never felt comfy with them. I hate it when people stare at me. I hate making “scene”. And another reason why i dont wear dress, the pa-girly ones or the sexy ones kasi i sit anywhere! i sit like a man, my legs would always spread out. I’m comfortable that way. Ugh. Really, wearing dress hassles me. Just not my cup of tea.
“You’re an interesting species. An interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.”—Carl Sagan
“I know what I said was heat of the moment but theres a little truth in between the words we’ve spoken. Its a little late now to fix the heart thats broken. Please don’t ask me where I’m going Cause I don’t know. No I don’t know anymore. It used to feel like heaven. Used to feel like may. I used to hear those violins playing heart strings like a symphony. Now they’ve gone away. Nobody wants to face the truth but you wont believe what love can do,till it happens to you. Went to the old flat.Guess I was trying to turn the clock back. How come that nothing feels the same now when I’m with you, we used to stay up all night in the kitchen when our love was new
Oooh love I’m a fool to believe in you Cause I don’t know.No I don’t know,anymore. Nobody wants to know the truth until their hearts broken. don’t you dare tell them what you think to do till they get over. You can only learn these things from experience.When you get older I just wish that someone would have told me. Till it happens to you”—Corinne Bailey Rae (Til it happens to you)
You stare at yourself in the mirror and began to wonder what happened to yourself. You see damages. All you see are flaws. It makes you feel depress and you try to look for remedies that will somehow make things better but you realize there’s no cure for it. Even yourself can’t help you. So you start living up with the flaws you made in your head. You stop looking at yourself in the mirror, cus you’ll only see despair, sadness, disappointments. All you will see is ugliness.