❝ Make the first move, tell people how you feel, stop being so scared of rejection, stop feeling so engulfed with thoughts that aren’t even yours, and stop wasting your fucking time. ❞

— what i needed to hear  (via e-ndorphins)

one of my close friends told me recently
“I sat next to you in sculpture for a year
and I thought you hated me.”
I cried laughing, “WHY?!”
“well I get your sense of humor now,” she said.

I’m sarcastic and witty.
I chop fire wood when I’m frustrated,
drink beer with the boys,
cuss like a sailor.
I don’t mind kicking off my Manolos
and whooping your ass in a game of pool.

I remember going out one night,
ordering the darkest beer on the menu
and my date looking at me like I was crazy.
“don’t you want a mixed drink, baby?
you’ve got nothing to prove to me.”
I remember crossing my legs,
twirling my blonde hair,
turning to the waiter and saying,
“he’d like a cosmopolitan.
oh, and do you have one of those little umbrellas for it?”

my father taught me how to be ten foot tall and bullet proof
my mother taught me how to make my own money,
pull myself up off the ground
and raise my manicured middle finger to the sky.
I remember my mom leaning towards the mirror
to put on her lipstick and thinking to myself,
“why can’t I be both?”

why can’t I run five miles in BCBG tennis shoes?
why can’t I shoot a gun wearing Marc Jacobs jeans?
why is it so hard to believe that a woman
can take care of herself,
save for nice things
and not be a total bitch?

I’m this whirlwind of woman
that most men don’t know how to love.
I guess I just always left my footprint in Dolce & Gabbana
and my heart at some shitty dive bar down the street
with the veterans talking war stories
and faded tattoos.

if you can make sense of all that I am,
if you can look past my long blonde hair
and shake my hand,
cheers.

— just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I can’t buy you a drink/d.a.h (via whisperingbones)

❝ Codependency isn’t sexy. It isn’t romantic. It’s built with a fuse and will surely burn out. The healthiest thing you can say to the one you love is, “I would be okay without you, and that’s why I choose to stay.” ❞

LB, A Few Things About Love (via countingsouls)

problackgirl:

we’ve taught girls to romanticise nearly everything a boy does. when i was younger i thought it was cute that boys chased the girl even after she said no. i loved it when after a girl moved away from a kiss, the guy would pull her back and force it on. i thought a guy saying ‘i won’t take a no for an answer’ was passionate and romantic. we’re literally always teaching girls to romanticise abusive traits.

Pakwento. Noong unang panahon, may isang batang babae na magulo ang buhok ang adik sa Tumblr. Araw araw, maghapon hanggang madaling araw puro lang siya Tumblr. Isang hapon, March 16, 2013 yata ‘yon, may nagfollow sa kanya na isang kuya. Finollow din ng batang babae ‘yong kuya kasi nakakatawa ‘yong blog ng kuya. Nagmessage pa siya sa kuya at nagthank you. Natuwa ang batang babae noong nagreply ang kuya, pero matapos ang ilang palitan ng replies ay hindi na sumagot ang kuya.

Simula noon halos araw araw ng binibisita ng batang babae ang blog ni kuya. Hanggang sa isang araw nagkausap ulit silang dalawa. Nakalimutan ko na kung paano, basta. Tapos nagtuloy tuloy na ‘yong pag-uusap nilang dalawa. Hindi pa noon makapaniwala ang batang babae dahil wala naman siyang nakakausap ng matagal sa Tumblr, boring kasing kausap ‘yong batang babae. Pero palagi silang nagkakausap noon ng kuya at kung ano ano lang ang nakukwento niya sa kuya at ‘yong kuya naman, matipid lang magreply noong una pero habang tumatagal mahaba na ring magreply.

Masaya silang dalawa noon kasi, ewan ko. Joke lang pala. Di ko talaga alam. Hahaha.

Kasi may isang malaking hukbo ng mga bad guys ang sumugod sa palasyo at madami silang mga dalang weapons. Pinasabugan nila ‘yong magandang palasyo at pinatay lahat ng mga tao tapos ninakaw lahat ng mga pagkain. Umakyat ang mga bad guys hanggang sa pinakataas ng palasyo at nakita nila doon ang isang malaking dragon. Pinatay nila ‘yong dragon kahit wala namang ginagawang masama ‘yong dragon. Ang sama ng ugali nila. Hindi na sila naawa sa dragon. Masyado silang mapanghusga. Nang mapatay na nila ‘yong dragon, biglang lumindol sa palasyo at nagkaroon ng bagyo at landslide at tornado at vulcanic eruption at tsunami.

Haha.

Parang ang daming nangyari, bigla na lang hindi nag-usap ang dalawa. ‘Yong batang babae na magulo ang buhok at ‘yong kuya na ayos ng ayos ng buhok. Syempre nalungkot ‘yong batang babae at syempre alam kong nalungkot ‘yong batang babae kasi ako ‘yon. Duh. Obvious ba? Naging busy na sila sa mga buhay nila at nahiya na rin ‘yong batang babae kasi ang daming kausap na iba ng kuya.

Lumipas ang araw, linggo, buwan, taon. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Joke! Lord of the Rings na pala. Hahahaha.

Makalipas ang ilang buwan siguro, may isang balita ang gumulat sa batang babae. Habang nagtTumblr ang batang babae sa isang kompyuteran sa Teresa sa Sta. Mesa kasama ang mga kaklase niya na naglalaro ng DOTA na mga maiingay, nalaman niya na nag-deact na ang kuya. Nalungkot siya lalo kasi nawalan na talaga siya ng pag-asa na makita ang kuya o kahit makausap man lang sa Tumblr. Inisip ng batang babae kung anong dahilan bakit nag-deact si kuya. Baka focus na sa pag-aaral. Baka nagkasakit kasi mahina resistensya. Baka naging sila na ng nililigawan niya dati na maganda na hyper. Baka na-delete niya account niya ng aksidente haha. Baka tinamad na siya mag-Tumblr.

Simula noon, wala nang nakausap talaga ang batang babae. Siguro boring lang talaga siyang kausap. Siguro alam niya talaga kung sino lang gusto niyang kausapin.

Haha ulit.

Naalala ko lang bigla, ‘yong promise na libreng pizza, ‘yong Christmas card na hindi man lang nakaabot sa pagbibigyan, ‘yong mga chocolates na kinain ko na lang kasi ang layo ng Pampanga o Cavite o kung saang lupalop man ‘yan, ‘yong tshirt na hinihingi ko, ‘yong movie na pinanood ko na lang kasama ibang tao, ‘yong knock knock jokes, ‘yong mga kwentong wala naman talagang kwenta.

Ewan ko, alam ko wala namang magbabasa talaga ng post na ‘to. Ang dami ko na palang nasabi. Sorry. Nakakamiss lang.

The end na ba? The end na raw.

Pakwento. Noong unang panahon, may isang batang babae na magulo ang buhok ang adik sa Tumblr. Araw araw, maghapon hanggang madaling araw puro lang siya Tumblr. Isang hapon, March 16, 2013 yata ‘yon, may nagfollow sa kanya na isang kuya. Finollow din ng batang babae ‘yong kuya kasi nakakatawa ‘yong blog ng kuya. Nagmessage pa siya sa kuya at nagthank you. Natuwa ang batang babae noong nagreply ang kuya, pero matapos ang ilang palitan ng replies ay hindi na sumagot ang kuya.

Simula noon halos araw araw ng binibisita ng batang babae ang blog ni kuya. Hanggang sa isang araw nagkausap ulit silang dalawa. Nakalimutan ko na kung paano, basta. Tapos nagtuloy tuloy na ‘yong pag-uusap nilang dalawa. Hindi pa noon makapaniwala ang batang babae dahil wala naman siyang nakakausap ng matagal sa Tumblr, boring kasing kausap ‘yong batang babae. Pero palagi silang nagkakausap noon ng kuya at kung ano ano lang ang nakukwento niya sa kuya at ‘yong kuya naman, matipid lang magreply noong una pero habang tumatagal mahaba na ring magreply.

Masaya silang dalawa noon kasi, ewan ko. Joke lang pala. Di ko talaga alam. Hahaha.

Kasi may isang malaking hukbo ng mga bad guys ang sumugod sa palasyo at madami silang mga dalang weapons. Pinasabugan nila ‘yong magandang palasyo at pinatay lahat ng mga tao tapos ninakaw lahat ng mga pagkain. Umakyat ang mga bad guys hanggang sa pinakataas ng palasyo at nakita nila doon ang isang malaking dragon. Pinatay nila ‘yong dragon kahit wala namang ginagawang masama ‘yong dragon. Ang sama ng ugali nila. Hindi na sila naawa sa dragon. Masyado silang mapanghusga. Nang mapatay na nila ‘yong dragon, biglang lumindol sa palasyo at nagkaroon ng bagyo at landslide at tornado at vulcanic eruption at tsunami.

Haha.

Parang ang daming nangyari, bigla na lang hindi nag-usap ang dalawa. ‘Yong batang babae na magulo ang buhok at ‘yong kuya na ayos ng ayos ng buhok. Syempre nalungkot ‘yong batang babae at syempre alam kong nalungkot ‘yong batang babae kasi ako ‘yon. Duh. Obvious ba? Naging busy na sila sa mga buhay nila at nahiya na rin ‘yong batang babae kasi ang daming kausap na iba ng kuya.

Lumipas ang araw, linggo, buwan, taon. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years, the ring passed out of all knowledge. Joke! Lord of the Rings na pala. Hahahaha.

Makalipas ang ilang buwan siguro, may isang balita ang gumulat sa batang babae. Habang nagtTumblr ang batang babae sa isang kompyuteran sa Teresa sa Sta. Mesa kasama ang mga kaklase niya na naglalaro ng DOTA na mga maiingay, nalaman niya na nag-deact na ang kuya. Nalungkot siya lalo kasi nawalan na talaga siya ng pag-asa na makita ang kuya o kahit makausap man lang sa Tumblr. Inisip ng batang babae kung anong dahilan bakit nag-deact si kuya. Baka focus na sa pag-aaral. Baka nagkasakit kasi mahina resistensya. Baka naging sila na ng nililigawan niya dati na maganda na hyper. Baka na-delete niya account niya ng aksidente haha. Baka tinamad na siya mag-Tumblr.

Simula noon, wala nang nakausap talaga ang batang babae. Siguro boring lang talaga siyang kausap. Siguro alam niya talaga kung sino lang gusto niyang kausapin.

Haha ulit.

Naalala ko lang bigla, ‘yong promise na libreng pizza, ‘yong Christmas card na hindi man lang nakaabot sa pagbibigyan, ‘yong mga chocolates na kinain ko na lang kasi ang layo ng Pampanga o Cavite o kung saang lupalop man ‘yan, ‘yong tshirt na hinihingi ko, ‘yong movie na pinanood ko na lang kasama ibang tao, ‘yong knock knock jokes, ‘yong mga kwentong wala naman talagang kwenta.

Ewan ko, alam ko wala namang magbabasa talaga ng post na ‘to. Ang dami ko na palang nasabi. Sorry. Nakakamiss lang.

The end na ba? The end na raw.

I’ve said this several times here on Tumblr before and yes, I am actually the jeans-and-tshirt kind of a girl. But there are days when I just feel like I want to pull off something different for me like skirts and all that girly stuff. I don’t see anything wrong with that, except when other people just keep on asking what I’m doing it for or who among the guys am I trying to impress. Well, let me pop the bubbles for you because this is just me trying to impress myself, okay? Like srsly, just because a girl is all dressed up doesn’t mean she’s trying hard to impress guys. Most of the times, we just plainly want to pull off whatever we want to pull off because why the freaking not?

I don’t always dress up. But when I do, I dress up for myself. Not for the boys, but for myself. Okay, bye.

I’ve said this several times here on Tumblr before and yes, I am actually the jeans-and-tshirt kind of a girl. But there are days when I just feel like I want to pull off something different for me like skirts and all that girly stuff. I don’t see anything wrong with that, except when other people just keep on asking what I’m doing it for or who among the guys am I trying to impress. Well, let me pop the bubbles for you because this is just me trying to impress myself, okay? Like srsly, just because a girl is all dressed up doesn’t mean she’s trying hard to impress guys. Most of the times, we just plainly want to pull off whatever we want to pull off because why the freaking not?

I don’t always dress up. But when I do, I dress up for myself. Not for the boys, but for myself. Okay, bye.

❝ To think you can love God without being changed by Him, is to think you can jump into the ocean and not get wet. To really love Him, you must understand that your life is going to be wrecked by Him, and built again into something beautiful, something lasting. ❞

— T.B. LaBerge // Jesus, His Grace, and the Gospel (via tblaberge)

16 September 2014 ♥ 3,250 notes    Reblog
reblogged from engrjeypii    source: tblaberge
Time.

Madalas ito ‘yong problema ko sa sarili ko. I don’t know how to properly manage my time. Lagi kong sinasabi na sobrang busy ko, ang dami daming gawain, ang konti konting oras, lagi na lang naghahabol ng mga deadlines, nakakapagod. Pero truth is, hindi lang talaga ako marunong mag-manage ng oras ko.

I have this bad habit of wasting time and pretending like a freakin’ boss, then panic when it’s all too late. More often than not, it reaches the point wherein I will have nothing to come up with but blame myself because I’m such a horrible human being and I know it from the very beginning but I don’t do anything about it. Like, what is wrong with me? Is there some kind of treatment for this? Because it’s literally ruining my life.

Okay. OA. Hahahaha.

Hi, Tumblr! Nagi-guilty ako ngayon kasi wala akong ginagawa. Alam ko dapat madami akong ginagawa ngayon kasi madaming homework at madaming rereviewhin kasi madaming quizzes pero wala talaga akong ginagawa. Kahit isa. Nakakakaba na nakakatakot na nakakainis na gustong gusto ko ng pagalitan sarili ko pero wala pa ring nangyayari. Ha ha ha.

❝ For most of history, Anonymous was a woman. ❞

— Virginia Woolf (via kushandwizdom)

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sadstagram:

which is messier my life or my hair

lazylunatic:

a-spoon-is-born:

trapbuddha:

adumbrant:

nirvanatrill:

Albert Einstein teaching a physics class at Lincoln university (HCBU in Pennsylvania) in 1946

Sure as hell never mention that about him.

HOMIE

His anti-racism views and work are often totally ignored by historians.

lazylunatic:

a-spoon-is-born:

trapbuddha:

adumbrant:

nirvanatrill:

Albert Einstein teaching a physics class at Lincoln university (HCBU in Pennsylvania) in 1946

Sure as hell never mention that about him.

HOMIE

His anti-racism views and work are often totally ignored by historians.

27 August 2014 ♥ 93,206 notes    Reblog
reblogged from condom    source: nirvanatrill

chinitakunwari:

Do not allow people to mispronounce your name.