I hate it when people judge me based on what they only see for a short period of time. They don’t at least get to know the reasons behind my actions or at least, my intentions.
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After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
"When one door closes, another one is opened."
"Yeah. I know."
"Why so worried?"
"Not all doors are always in sight. What you’re looking at right now is the closed door, you still have to find the one being opened. Sometimes, it’s already too late. The doors might be opened right now but what if when you get there the door is already closed?"
"That was deep, man."
"Well, you started it."
My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.
You’re worth it, but am I?
- Six word story, January 1, 2014 (52/365)
Fall in love with someone who’s comfortable with your silence. Find someone who doesn’t need your words to know it’s time to kiss you.
Have you even been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means that someone can get up inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness so a simple phrase like ‘Maybe we should just be friends’ or ‘How very perceptive’ turns into a glass splinter working it’s way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
- The Kindly Ones (Neil Gaiman)
They say nothing lasts forever. So, can both of us just be nothing?
The Palawan Cherry Blossoms (also called Balayong) is the most popular flowering tree in Palawan. When in full bloom it resembles the cherry blossoms in Japan.