December 2010
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It's not even 2011 yet and already I forgot my New...
No big deal. I never really gave a damn about them. I just make one up for… I don’t know. Tenacity? Is that the word? Who cares.
(Who does that, though? Forget about their New Year’s Resolution, I mean.)
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Anonymous asked: What do you look for in a guy/girl?
Anonymous asked: What do you look for in a guy/girl?
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“I firmly believe if you want to be a guitar player, you better start on acoustic...”
– Life, Keith Richards (via Rob Soltan)
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Alone, again.
As if pulling the covers above my head did anything but hasten my breath.
As if saying sorry brought us back anywhere near the beginning.
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If I were a god—or God, or whatever—I’d hardly give a damn if anybody worshiped me. I mean, yeah, people waking up and thinking, “Gee willikers, the weather sure is nice!” is nice. But making sacrifices really isn’t. If you want to eat meat, then go eat meat. If you want to eat, then go eat. For somebody’s sake, it’s not really going to make you less...
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Bleaching my bangs because fuck you.
For some reason the bleach was greenish instead of blue but I just shrugged and went with it, since my mom didn’t notice anyway.
So.
If you see me walking around with a bald patch it probably means that bleaching with greenish bleach is a bad idea. Also my mother was ripped off 200 pesos. Just saying.
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A ~*w0rD aRt*~ thing you made when you still thought it was cool gets famous.
Without credit.
Be infuriated, humiliated, or indifferent?
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Don't excuse yourself if you don't let others...
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I hate game shows in the Philippines.
There’s really only one game they play, which is “for how low are you willing to sell your dignity?” (Very low.)
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cinderalla:
Money - Pink Floyd
Dat time...
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Everyone leaves, eventually.
Already I’m thinking how I’d leave, when I’d leave, if you would leave first, maybe, I don’t know—does it matter? Yes it does, one of us would have to pretend that it hurts like a mother—it doesn’t, really (does it?) (for the moment, maybe) (everything is maybe)—it’s not that I want to leave you, it’s just that it’s what I do.
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“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...”
– Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer
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Please.
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I hate getting ahead of myself, but I feel like this is going to be the best Christmas I am going to have.
Merry Christmas, everyone! And happy holidays and whatever.
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I guess the reason I can’t maintain an actual blog about actual feelings is that I lie to a lot of people.
(I don’t lie, actually, I just tell people different things.)
(Which probably constitutes as lying.)
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I can never make an actual blog about actual...
I tried twice within 24 hours and I deleted/neglected both already.
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Just because "thou shalt honour thy children"...
This is not The Fucking Sims. This is real life. You can’t use cheats, you can’t start a new game, you can’t be unaffected by what’s happening to the children. These are real children. Your children, for fuck’s sake. Your 3-year-old and 7-year-old children. Suddenly you’re responsible not just for your life, but theirs as well. Funny how that works.
If you...
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“I have often thought, since, that I know I loved Cleveland and Arthur, because...”
– The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, Michael Chabon
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quietheartsforaquietstart asked: Been meaning to get stands for those two babies for years. Harro btw. :)
quietheartsforaquietstart asked: Been meaning to get stands for those two babies for years. Harro btw. :)
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For a moment I could smell his perfume in yours.
Anonymous asked: What's the biggest compliment anyone's ever paid you?
Anonymous asked: What's the biggest compliment anyone's ever paid you?
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You need to stop starting your description with...
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Unpopular opinion time:
I don’t like cleavage.
For some reason, while every other girl around me is wishing they had really huge boobs, my respect for them slowly deteriorates. I mean, sure, if you’re a Playboy Bunny or Christina Hendricks then by jove cleavage is fine, great even. But I can’t stand normal people who boast about their cleavage wearing skimpy tubes and…...
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High school is cruel.
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robcham asked: The Big Bang Theory is really bad.
robcham asked: The Big Bang Theory is really bad.
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I really hate this song.
There’s this religious (I guess) song that always plays when it’s around 10 in the evening (the one that goes “God bless you, Mama Mary loves you”). The melody irked me, but it was this stanza that really pissed me off:
Kung ikaw ay mataba, Bilbil mo’y kitang-kita, ‘Wag ka nang mag-alala At mayro’n pang pag-asa. God bless you, Mama Mary loves you.
What...
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One of my biggest comforts is brushing my teeth.
albb:
But I hate brushing my teeth, it’s such a chore (I do brush my teeth though, please don’t back away from me because I don’t like keeping myself clean, because I do, it’s just really boring.).
But it’s really comforting because, unlike when you’re in the shower and you’re just standing around, you’re actually doing something. And it would probably be awkward to cry while you’re brushing...