September 2009
1 post
August 2009
17 posts
No art, however minor, demands less than total dedication if you want to excel...
– Alberti
I don't feel as if I'm enough to make myself stop...
I'm sorry
I really didn’t mean it that way…. I just wanted to check for you…
July 2009
25 posts
I really hope you’re not mad at me or something. Right now, I feel so troubled. Did I do something bad? I’m thinking of every thing that I did yesterday that could’ve hurt you. I’m sorry I disappointed you. I know I’m stubborn sometimes. It’s my fault. Please don’t be indifferent. Or cold. Or anything like that. I’m feeling so worried and I miss you...
I’ve always needed many things. But in the end, the only thing I really needed...
– You’re everything.
(via thatboy) (via alyvia)
Megan
(via fuckyeahsoulmates)
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back, they’re yours. If...
– -Camus
You know I’m all yours
I'm starting to think I have a serious...
and it’s taking every inch of me to stop it. Oh God please. I pray I don’t have any.
Love
meanttobe:
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal...
Why do I feel so incomplete when I have everything...
Because I have wants too? Or maybe I haven’t found God yet. But anyway, my human desires for material things have led me to make a wishlist! I need to keep track of them anyway so I’ll be focused on getting them. These are all just material things because I believe that I already have all my non-material wants and needs :D
Pen tablet
Hi-cut Supras
Nokia E63
PS3
MXR Bass d.i.+
New...
Be hypnotized. →
Or just fall asleep.
May liwanag din ang daan. Sisilip din ang langit sa’yo ng lubos.
– Angulo
I don't know. Maybe.
I don’t know why I made this blog. Maybe I just wanted to vent. Maybe I’ll feel better afterwards. Just maybe I wanted this to be like a dumping place for my emotions and ideas. Maybe It’ll give me a false sense of comfort or security that it’s all hidden and at the same time exposed. I don’t know. Maybe