Sanuk’s tubeflops may look weird, but I just love this innovation! I think it will look great on a pair of leggings, or even a dress or a cute ragged micro shorts. Meanwhile, Toms canvass shoes are sweet as well. I would especially love to have the blue suede!
MY tumblarity is ZERO! 0. hahaha. found nothing worthwhile to post until this epic video! I love the song. It’s pretty old but it hits my heart. When will someone sing this song to me???
| — | (via timirose) |
I have to be tired. I should give up. I finally have to admit to myself that I lost you and all efforts made to bring you back will end up futile. You find me unbearable like that, almost loathing. Life is unfair. Dealing with this reality is the tough job I have to start working on. I am not a mind reader. Not even a deep thinker, or deep in words when I talk. But I know that every shallow word comes from the heart. And need not to be high faluting to be true, to sound good, or for you to love to hear it. Because words are just words. You smile when you hear them spoken, or get butterflies when you read what’s written. But actions serves as confirmation. The action is what engraves itself to your heart so deeply, you long for it, you find it, and sometimes you do all you can to make it happen. It never did, it never will. So stop, believing, even lingering on words that are never meant. He is a liar, how could you believe even on a vowel that comes out of his mouth. Yes true, you are never the kind of person who kills, or who slaps a man who hurt you, or pull an involved party’s hair. You know you want to forgive, and eventually you will act on it. Life is too short and death certain. So stop holding the pain, let go and be free. Be happy for the people around you, admire the beauty of people as they are admired by others. Be free. Let go. And finally be happy. One way or another, even if when you act tough and want to rebel against the world, happiness will find you. You cannot escape from it. God is good in that way. If you are to believe on words alone. Believe in God’s word. It’ll all be worth it.
Truth to behold, girls are always compelled to compare themselves to others. It is like there’s a silent competition on the move, or sometimes some girls would have the guts to say it outright in your face, without being arrogant, just plain confident, because they know they have something you don’t. And things may work vice versa, but they just don’t really care.
I hope I have that kind of confidence.
Last night was such a bad moment for me. I felt helpless and my confidence got sucked down the drain. Even if this girl doesn’t know me, or I don’t know what could be her weakness, to make me feel better. I just thought she is actually better. She has personality. She is employed with a high position, and we’re about the same age. Guys flock over her. And she has mad writing skills. I’m not a very deep reader and writer. Sometimes this kind of comparison pushes me to change, so in turn, I can be proud and say I am better. But I am held back by the thought that you are not a bookworm, you love novels about love and life and not some deep poetry shit, or even books of political/adventurous nature. Vocabulary can be expounded if I read, I just think that the materials I read are not too helpful for that kind of purpose. However, I shouldn’t care. Reading is a past time, and you should read about things you enjoy no matter how people say it’s shallow. I love fashion and entertainment, does that mean that people who care about politics or deep poetry are better than me. Yes, I know. My thoughts at start was really dumb.
There will always be people better or less than what you are. So comparisons are a total waste of time.
Forgive me for my senseless ramblings. I’m just too eager to share that while giving in to my insecurities last night, someone made me smile. I was chatting with this guy I like and he was drunk. So while I was trying to share my problems to him, he just kept laughing it off and even called me a “dramaqueen”. Maybe others will think that he’s not the ideal man, because we all wanted someone to listen to us, but the fact that he made fun of me and made the situation lighter was a twist for me. He made me smile and even invited me to drink with him. I guess that loneliness is something you incur by yourself, you just have to open your eyes and look around. Many other things, and other beings can make your heart all warm and fuzzy.:)
20 year old. A bum. Has many dreams that cannot fit in her pocket. Loves to write, though it dislikes her. Is generally an emotional person hiding under a cheery skin. Can be downright cynical, distrustful and judgmental.
