wanting to talk to someone really bad
but they ignore your message
and you see them talking to other people
shirts that get tight around the armpit
Wrote this today, hope you like it! Also, don’t forget to pre-order my new book Lullabies from any major book store. To get a special discount now, purchase online at Amazon,BN.comand The Book Depository. xo Lang
When I was young, I didn’t dream of becoming a princess. I had my fair share of Barbie movies and Disney Princesses during my childhood but I never wished to be one.
I just didn’t like the idea of frilly fairies and helpless girls, waiting for their princes to save them. I hated that helplessness, that damsel-in-distress thingy. Eww.
You know what I wanted to be? I wanted to be Lara Croft or Ultraviolet or Charlie’s Angels. I used to watch DOA: Dead Or Alive all the time and I prefer it than Barbie.
Martial Arts is so cool and I want to learn each one of them. :D We didn’t have Halloween parties much but if I ever attended one, I would dress up as one.
The Prince Charming thingy is so cliché and I hated clichés even when I was young so yea. :)
Treble clefs by (L to R) Bach, Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Mendelssohn, Schumann, Brahms, Debussy, and Ravel.
all musicians across all time periods: “fuck how does that thing go”
Beethoven didn’t even try
I think I’m going to write a book called “‘Four Hours Is Definitely Enough Sleep’ And Other Lies I Tell Myself”
Taken from Abigail Thomas, A Three Dog Life (115)
After all these years I can finally say the words "I want to live my life" without feeling unnatural, selfish, cowardly.
I, too hope to say those words in the near future. To be able to spend time alone, to think of myself as something that has to do with positive adjectives, to be possessive over things and people without feeling guilty, is something I cannot call as a “hobby”.
The thing is, I was raised to put other people first, to remove myself out of the question. And for years now, I live like thinking that is the noblest thing I’ve done so far. To think of other people, to wish them happiness all the time, to make sure that they are fine. No, I don’t regret doing any of those. I feel happy knowing I made someone happy, knowing I made a difference in their lives. I lived my life for others for so long that it felt wrong when I have impulses of putting myself first.
I remember when we were asked to write an autobiography for PI 10 and a video of pictures of ourselves for PSY 1 describing what we’ve learned. How I hated putting “I” in there. I did those projects in the third person point of view.
I don’t know, even writing this entry, I feel something, as if my fingers keep telling me not to do it, “how could you even write something like this when there are people suffering all around. How dare you to feel sad when clearly you’re the lucky one. How can you even be happy when there are people you’ve broken hearts.”
God. I’m so tired of those words. I want to erase those, to clear my head of all these things and put myself on the number one of my Most Important People list.
You come into my house
and marveled at my
fabulous dogs and I marvel
As sunlight struck your eyes,
I saw the most beautiful
color I’ve ever seen,
not blue, not green, not brown
but a mixture of them.
Swirling pattern of the
eye color pallette.
That glimmer, that spark.
I could look at you forever.
The Past, the Present and The Future
Abigail Thomas, A Three Dog Life