April 2012
“And it occurred to me that the voracious ambition of humans is never sated by dreams coming true, because there is always the thought that everything might be done better and again.”
—John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via bookmania)
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a photo of you fake-sleeping with no makeup on please.
THIS IS THE ODDEST/FUNNIEST ASK I HAVE EVER GOTTEN.
Haha. What perfect timing! I just woke up from my catnap after our 2 hours at the beach. But I don’t have anyone to take a photo of me right now so this’ll have to do. My closed eyes = Fake sleeping (Yessir I’m Captain Obvious). Fortunately my bagong-gising (just rolled out of bed) face is legit. Am I right or am I right?
“How often do you look back? Really reflect on what you’ve done, the insignificance of it all. Pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts. But do you ever wonder how you will be remembered? Of what you’ve done and what you’re doing means anything at all? What would your songs sound like when you’re dead and gone? Will tears fall when the last note is sung? And how will your story be told? Will your words leave a better taste in their mouths? Or will they even remember you at all? Compassion; the concept is rather simple. Most know what it means to be civil. But there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour. Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up, not enough and no one will be around to share this with. So what is it that motivates us? To be better, gentler, more refined? I like to think it’s those close to us. Close to the heart and soul. Those who carried you to the Car after you puked on their shoes. Those who took the blame for breaking the Window, when it was you who cast the stone. Those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door, both good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you will share with your kids, grand-kids, and their kids, and their grand-kids, in hopes to somehow keep this all alive. Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength. How will you be remembered?”
—Said & Done.
“I feel like if someone were to touch me, I’d dissolve into molecules.”
—Jesse, Before Sunset (via klonazepam)
