00:41 2/23/2012

I live in a Catholic country [Philippines]. I find it ironic that kids my age are cool that I’m an atheist and often engage me in friendly debates on religion [they’re pretty open minded] while the adults react vehemently when I so much as post something as open to one’s own interpretation as the photo “Your beliefs don’t make you a better person, your behavior does”. And as much as I want to rationalize, I can’t because doing so would be disrespectful in terms of Filipino culture.

23:20 2/22/2012

Writing is a process that involves the transfer of thoughts into symbols that your neighbor finds intelligible. It is a frightening process and I find myself weary of doing it most of the time because thoughts are so delicate.

They’re like rivers in aquariums. The only way to place the water in another container is to break the glass and, in doing so, break the flow. Then you find yourself cupping as much of the water as you can because it’s spilling all over the floor.

In the end, you find that you’ve lost a great deal of that which you were trying to preserve because words can only express so much. And you take a look at your river and see that it’s still flowing but now it’s open for other people to take advantage of because your aquarium is gone. You don’t know these people and there’s a big possibility that they’ll pollute the crystal clear water. And you sit for an eternity wondering if what you did was right.

22:57 2/22/2012

I complain a lot. Heck, I even complain about complaining a lot. Instead of sleeping and growing new cells to replace the dead ones I abused too much, I’m here wondering about things I shouldn’t be wondering about.

I wanna write “I miss you” on a rock and throw it at your face so you know how much it hurts to miss you

(Source: perfectum-x, via kaira-rawr)

Friendzone, the tenth cirle of hell

“I love you. I love you not because you’re adorable or because you’re sweet, or because you’re my best friend. I love you because you make me step outside myself & look at who I really am. You make me want to be a better person, just because you are who you are. I can tell you absolutely everything, & I know you will listen. And you’re one of my best friends, but I’ll keep all of this to myself because I love you & because you don’t feel the same way. I wish that I could make you love me, but I can’t. That’s why these words will be forever lost in my memories & never to be spoken aloud. I love you.” -Anonymous

“I look around me at all the girls who are always talking about how hot this guy or that guy is, and then I look at you. No one’s whispering or giggling about you. You’re not the hottest guy in school, but I fell in love with you anyway. I fell in love with you because of your laugh, and your smile, and your voice, and the way you walk and sit and stand, and the way I feel when I’m around you, and because you’re my best friend. The fact that your pretty good looking helps, but I fell in love with the person you are. I can’t tell you this, cause it might ruin our friendship, but you’ll always be the hottest guy in the world to me.” -Anonymous