“I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad, carry you around when your arthritis is bad. I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches; build you a fire if the furnace breaks. I’ll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold. Need you, feed you, I’ll even let you hold the remote control. So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink, put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink. All I wanna do is grow old with you.”—The wedding singer (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via nostalgicbliss)
“She’s best friends with this girl, Blair Waldorf, who is basically everything I hate about the Upper East Side distilled into one 95 pound, doe-eyed, bon mots-tossing, label-whoring package of girly evil.”—Dan Humphrey (via fuckyeahchair)
No serious talks about politics, crimes, pollution, or corruption. Let’s set aside the negative things first and maybe start appreciating the little things that make Filipinos unique and fun. :) Well, here it goes, these are (for me) the simple things that make me happy and thankful that I’m a…
“It’s so.. The photos are so.. I feel like I’m looking at someone being raped. A lot of the time I can’t handle it. I never expected that this would be my life. What you don’t see are the cameras shoved in my face and the bizarre intrusive questions being asked, or the people falling over themselves, screaming and taunting to get a reaction. All you see is an actor or a celebrity lit up but a flash. Your little persona is made up of all the places that people have seen you and what has been said about you. And usually the places that I am are so overwhelming in the moment and fleeting for me, like one second where I’ve said something stupid, that’s me, forever. If I could go to work every day and not have to be followed around by fucking fifteen gangsters trying to take my picture, willing to do anything for one.. It’s not normal. It’s funny how in America fame is placed so fucking high, above wealth, above happiness, above everything. It’s so not true. And I knew that before [I was famous]. It was so obvious to me. I don’t know how people can’t see that from an outsider’s perspective. My perspective is the same: it’s exactly what I thought it would be.”—Kristen Stewart (via samuraifrog) (via beccarocks)
There are 22 days left before the year ends. 22 days of mixed bliss and frustration. In those 22 days, I will accept every ugly feeling that may come. I will linger on all the unpleasant memories that have ever remained. And yet, I will hope for a new start. 2oo9 has been insane and I am done being the crazy girl. Next year will be my year, hopefully.
I’ve realized that closure can be still unlocked every now and then. Still, it will be open for you to retreat to those dreamy moments as well with those terrible nightmares. Just like now; in the meantime. I am a meantime girl, yes, according to the author of Living Through Meantime. Meantime means you want to end the awful thing and urging to start the not so perfect, but at least Ok life which is free from all hatred and regrets. In my meantime moment, I want to deal with all unsettled issues and resentments I have. I want to know if the people that matters are going to be alright and ask for never ending apology for messing up. At the same time, I also want to reconnect with the ones who screwed me up, not to curse them but to achieve the peace that I am longing for. Simple catch ups will do, simple that may lead to a disaster or a success. Let are bygones being bygones. Peace of mind indeed not pissed of mind.
LOVE and PEACE ya’ll. If you have it already, don’t ever let go. Trust me. If not, search for it. Unwind. Relax. Be a loving person. Have a good relationship with the Big Boss and in no time, all nice things will follow. :)