He is everything a girl like me could want,
yet you chose to betray him.
Ang hirap pala.
Guys, ‘pag may humingi kayo ng payo sa iba kung pa’no maka-move on, ‘wag kayong maniwalang madali siya. Or, baka nga madali lang siya, pero mahaba pa ‘yong proseso.
Ang hirap kasi ‘pag andami niyong memories no’ng tao, tapos lahat na lang ng matatandaan mo ay ‘yong mabubuting pagsasamahan niyo, tapos matatanong mo na lang sa sarili mo, “Ano nangyari? Ano nagawa kong mali?” o kaya ang paborito namin ng best friend ko: “Where did I go wrong?” *cue Side A music*
Naka-1 month na ‘ko. Pero, I’m still at square one.
Akala ko nga naka-move on na ‘ko kahit hanggang mga square 5 man lang, e. Pero hindi pa pala.
Whenever I see him, hear him, feel his presence in the room, or even think about him, I always end up going back to square one. E ang mahirap do’n, dati pa, walang isang araw na lumipas na hindi ko siya naisip. Sweet, no? CHAROT. Joke lang yung sweet. Ew =)) Pero totoo. Araw-araw, gabi-gabi, lagi ko siyang naiisip. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit, e. Pero siguro nga dahil mahal ko.
Tapos ngayon.. ang hirap bumitaw, e. Hindi siguro sa kanya, kasi, kung hindi ako bumitaw sa kanya, edi para na dapat akong tanga na habol ng habol sa kanya, ‘di ba? Nooo, ang hirap bumitaw sa pagmamahal ko sa kanya. Lalo na at napamahal na rin sa kanya ang pamilya ko. -____- Oo, approve si Mommy sa kanya. Hay.
Pero, yeah. 3-month rule nga, ‘di ba? Ewan ko kung totoo, pero eto convo namin ng kaibigan ko no’ng isang araw…
(Verbatim)
Ako: Ga’no ba katagal bago maka-move on ang isang tao?
J: O, R, ga’no raw katagal.
Ako: Oo nga, R. Ga’no ba talaga ka-tagal bago maka-move on ang isang tao?
R: 3 months. Minimum.
Ako: 2 months pa, J! 2 months pa tayong magdudusa.
Hay, sabi niya pati raw sa saktong time na nangyari ‘yon, makaka-move on ka na raw. Hahaha. Oh sure. :P I don’t believe that. Naniniwala akong tunay lang na makaka-move on ang isang tao ‘pag nakahanap na siya ng ibang mamahalin. I’ve been through that na, e. Gano’n nangyari sa’kin.
Well, good luck na lang sa’min ng best friend ko. Kakayanin naman siguro namin ‘to. Haha. Well, we have no choice naman, e. :)
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It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..
Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room’s only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days, weeks and months passed.
One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.
It faced a blank wall.
The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’
The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.
Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too
-> i was literally crying reading this :’(this is beautiful <3
sobbing
that is fuckin animated rain what the hell
this is miyazaki rain, which means that every frame was hand-drawn
This is art,
What do you call a woman who has a lot of sex? Her name.
GOD FUCKING YES, that.THIS. WHOLE. PICTURE. <3
Oops, sorry, this picture automatically reblogged itself.
this whole picture is just great
Sorry for the color, but this HAS to be on my blog.
I Could Not Pass This Without Reblogging.
Fucking Hell to the fucking YES!
Fuck yeah look at that guy in the back just like… fuck yeah
Tumblr user Pizza is both scary and entertaining
I mean,
really?
I’m not sure if I should be scared or impressed.
scared
Original photos from the opening of HIMYM
teds fucking hair.
Why can’t I be Marshall?
Math is the only place where I hear a person buying 60 watermelons.
“Juan wants to buy 30 pounds of candy-“
“Jimmy, Jack, and Joanna want to split the fare to fly to Africa for the day—”
“I had 10 chocolate bars. I ate 9 of them. What do I have now?”
DIABETES, MAYBE?
let me reblog this again
Life: Are you ready?
Me: I don’t think I’ll ever be. But throw whatever you have at me, I think I can handle it.
R.I.P
rest in peace ty, love you foorever and a day
R.I.P dad, i miss you and love you
I don’t know anyone who has commited suicide but Rest In Peace <3
Rip to my future self
^
RIP my best friend Courtney, 15, and my cousin Jarrod, 17
This need more notes and if you don’t reblog this I’m judging you big time!
rip sam
Rest In Peace Brandon. I love you. I’ll forever be your QuinnyBear.
