It’s really comforting to know, no matter how bitter and knotted you are inside, that one person can relieve that pain with ridiculousness & silly jokes. I suggest investing in that person, hunt them down, breathe in their jokes & invite them out for drinks :] Happy St. Patty’s!
Bakit ako abala sinusubukan?
bakit may mga kaibigan kapag may-ari ng aso?
bakit may mga kaibigan kapag may-ari ng aso?
“In the space between yes and no, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between the path you walk and the one you leave behind; it’s the gap between who you thought you could be and who you really are; its the legroom for the lies you’ll tell yourself in the future.”
—Jodi Picoultfailure to prepare is preparing to fail
Am I cut out for all this, a future in the big world? I feel like I’m being pushed up to it, a mammoth mess of city concrete and bills, insurance cards and long lines in the bank. of trotting through rain to get to work and grouchy office co-coworkers, if I make it that far. plus a big fat dolop of fear that i’ll never make it. being an ‘artist’ = stress. contrary to the belief that it’s a liberating chance to express oneself wholly (not that it ain’t) does not reflect what I see or have experienced so far thus (not that I won’t ever). I just feel like I’m being robbed and stressed. Inadequacy; that i’m not able to compete to all those big names on the pulitzer list. not that i necessarily aim for that, but reading, listening to the new new, the authors and freelancers who in a snap see work published is honestly unnerving. if i drop another payment in financial services, does that give me an edge? does that give me a break a chance to make it? am I too much of a child to understand the process? sure attitude works, but that’s half, attitude can push, but I ran out of the right ‘attitude’ when I found out I owe the gov. more than I can foresee myself making in the next years of graduating. umm, fuck? maybe it’s why my parents pushed for a pharmaceutical degree.
after having it’s tail stepped on too many a time, the dog bites back. then it becomes a contemptible cur. - me
i’ve decided,
books would make a much better life partner than a man, they’re quiet, full of depth, page after page of ideas, places, events. they can introduce you to dead queens and crackheads. they’re funny, striking, beautiful and scary. they can make you blush or sweat, cringe and laugh. & they all can fit rather easily in hand. they smell rather plain & no matter how much you bend them, tear their pages or dog-ear their corners, they still reveal more about you every read. & unless they’re library books, they’re faithful to the end as well.
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