(Source: anothersilly, via obsessee)

"Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, ‘The Sensible Thing’ (via awakeinwonderland)

(Source: quotewhore, via augustes)

My eyes are tired. Should probably stop smoking.

"In my experience, the prettier a girl is, the more nuts she is, which makes you insane."

— Blue Valentine (via iplaythedevil)

"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, those who live without love."
The priest’s homily during yesterday’s anticipated Sunday mass.
I’m staying in today.
Decided to spend more time in the apartment.
On a Sunday afternoon Skype date now with him.
For how long will this go on?
LDR’s suck. Thankfully, he’s been so patient with me. With us.

"Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living. And above all, those who live without love."

The priest’s homily during yesterday’s anticipated Sunday mass.

I’m staying in today.

Decided to spend more time in the apartment.

On a Sunday afternoon Skype date now with him.

For how long will this go on?

LDR’s suck. Thankfully, he’s been so patient with me. With us.

(Source: podalecki, via thebrownqueen)

Tags: personal

So I realized, I’m scared to fall off track.

Everything in my life, however spontaneous it may be, is planned. I’ve always been focused on the ideal all along. On my ideals. On what I think is good. I only leave room for errors I can fix. I am as complicated as keeping the balance of wanting to be in control while getting my hands off the wheel at the same time.

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So Eloise cut my hair one random Saturday. She gave me a mohawk and she used scissors. Allow me to emphasize, scissors, and not razors were used. Because of my day job, I have to hide this radical side of me. And it was not as random though. It was one of the first few days of the Aberya shoot. Please support the movie here.
My life’s on a rollercoaster every once in a while, of which I am so grateful for. August 2012 happened so quickly, and yet it was one of the most remarkable and unforgettable times of my life. I went on my first out-of-the-country trip for work, I was part of an awesome indie film, and I am living on my own now.
I haven’t fully adjusted to a daily routine yet, as I’ve only been here for about 2 weeks, and fun and new opportunities always seem to pop up when I least expect it. I’m still working on a routine. For the meantime, it’s been different every day. save for the mornings when I wake up, roll around my bed, Skype, fix breakfast (which mainly consists of coffee, sandwich or oatmeal), shower, do a quick laundry or clean up some areas of the apartment, take out the trash and head for work. I try to get out before 12 so I can grab lunch some place else. I don’t have a refrigerator and a stove yet, so I have never really fixed myself a decent meal since I’ve moved in. Not that I know how to cook though, let alone break an egg.
I am ecstatic when I’m awake, and almost lifeless when I’m asleep. I’ve been getting an hour or two of sleep the past couple of nights. I blame coffee and Skype.
I promised myself I’ll get back to sketching and painting once I get a hang of the routine and living on my own. Can’t wait for it. I always think I need time alone to think and breathe, without even realizing that I am indeed alone, most of the time. But there’s always something to do. Chores never seem to end.
September came. I wasn’t too excited. Actually, I felt sad and melancholic for reasons I don’t know. And right when I was about to breakdown and give up, another opportunity presented itself, and I never really felt alone.
You see, in times of adversity, giving up is the easiest escape route. But it also says a lot about you and your character. I seldom give up, and usually, before I do, I do whatever I can. Sometimes, giving up is not a cowardly reaction. It could also mean that you have come to terms with yourself and you have realized there are other matters, regardless of importance, that you can exert effort on and feel more productive and more effective somehow.
I am alone. But I am not lonely. 
Those two have entirely different meanings.

So Eloise cut my hair one random Saturday. She gave me a mohawk and she used scissors. Allow me to emphasize, scissors, and not razors were used. Because of my day job, I have to hide this radical side of me. And it was not as random though. It was one of the first few days of the Aberya shoot. Please support the movie here.

My life’s on a rollercoaster every once in a while, of which I am so grateful for. August 2012 happened so quickly, and yet it was one of the most remarkable and unforgettable times of my life. I went on my first out-of-the-country trip for work, I was part of an awesome indie film, and I am living on my own now.

I haven’t fully adjusted to a daily routine yet, as I’ve only been here for about 2 weeks, and fun and new opportunities always seem to pop up when I least expect it. I’m still working on a routine. For the meantime, it’s been different every day. save for the mornings when I wake up, roll around my bed, Skype, fix breakfast (which mainly consists of coffee, sandwich or oatmeal), shower, do a quick laundry or clean up some areas of the apartment, take out the trash and head for work. I try to get out before 12 so I can grab lunch some place else. I don’t have a refrigerator and a stove yet, so I have never really fixed myself a decent meal since I’ve moved in. Not that I know how to cook though, let alone break an egg.

I am ecstatic when I’m awake, and almost lifeless when I’m asleep. I’ve been getting an hour or two of sleep the past couple of nights. I blame coffee and Skype.

I promised myself I’ll get back to sketching and painting once I get a hang of the routine and living on my own. Can’t wait for it. I always think I need time alone to think and breathe, without even realizing that I am indeed alone, most of the time. But there’s always something to do. Chores never seem to end.

September came. I wasn’t too excited. Actually, I felt sad and melancholic for reasons I don’t know. And right when I was about to breakdown and give up, another opportunity presented itself, and I never really felt alone.

You see, in times of adversity, giving up is the easiest escape route. But it also says a lot about you and your character. I seldom give up, and usually, before I do, I do whatever I can. Sometimes, giving up is not a cowardly reaction. It could also mean that you have come to terms with yourself and you have realized there are other matters, regardless of importance, that you can exert effort on and feel more productive and more effective somehow.

I am alone. But I am not lonely.

Those two have entirely different meanings.

Anonymous said: Hows your heart right now?

Scars aside, my heart is well now. I went through different kinds of hell because of that heartbreak. But I’m glad I did. No regrets here. Without bitterness and for the first time after a long time, I am happy. On my own.

I realized, life really does goes on. And most importantly, I don’t need anyone to make me secure and remind me of my worth. I can do that by myself. Thank you very much. :)