They say that: “You came into this world alone. You die alone.”
But people also say that amidst this bitter reality, you can always make the time between being born and dying a memorable one by surrounding yourself with people. Making and keeping friendships. Building and maintaining family ties. Meeting your future partner.
It makes sense. But when your energy is down and your nastiness is up, you can’t help but neglect and take for granted some of these good things. You do this partly because you hope that these relationships are stronger and you expect the people surrounding you have hope for you.
However, they are only just people. Like you, they can lose energy and build up their nastiness to get tired of all your drama and useless shit.
So at the end of the day, you can create the illusion that somewhere in the middle you are not alone, but really… You always are.
No one to count on but yourself.
So stay strong or just fold up and die already.
Ateng to the rescue lang ang peg! Let’s face the storm together… But till then, we sleep. 😴
The many mandatory selfies of this afternoon’s mini reunion with @teta1229 and @isabellegalvez ! (Spot the traditional luging-lugi selfie of us three. Haha)
The donya in her mansion. 😘 @teta1229 @isabellegalvez
"- Yvaine, Stardust
You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful.
So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say, Tristan is… I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I’d know it for myself.
My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too.
Just your heart, in exchange for mine."