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"your voice should be heard in the four corners of this classroom"

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Boundaries
In the past if you offended in any way shape or form, I wouldnāt tell you outright, I would laugh and joke about it then let it go.
People told me me howĀ āmatureā Iāam for not being angry even if the situation should call for me. sometimes I even ask people if this thing youāve done is offending and if they saidĀ āhell yeahā thatās the only time I get angry.
Mature? my ass! Iām being a fucking doormat.Ā
Because being Brave? is not as easy as one might think. being Brave means, standing up for yourself, defending yourself to people, older than you who think they know better just because they got here on Earth first.Ā
This year, Life has tested how much I can let myself be a doormat, letting myself realise how I cower behind my Fatherās protection. Thinking that If they respected my father, theyāre respecting me. (which totally not fuvking true)
Setting the Boundaries at first might me a little daunting, if it is, then youāre doing it right. at first people will make you bad about it, asking why did you change? what happened to you?!
OF COURSE BITCH ILL CHANGED, IM FUCKING BRAVE FOR SETTING THE BOUNDARIES AND ENFORCING THEM, IT JUST SO HAPPENDS THAT MY BOUNDARIES ARE SOMETHING YOU WONT AGREE CAUSE YOU WOULDNT BE ABLE TO USE ME ANYMORE, A**HOLE.Ā
The End~
Reblog if you're not homophobic
Every url that reblogās will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.Ā
ive never hit reblog so fast
I DONāT REMEMBER IF I RBED THIS OR NOT
reblogging the heck out of this shit!!!!!!
I never knew
I well... talked to someone in my past today.
I never really liked nor appreciate the people in my highschool
Frankly most of my worst memories are in there and half the people in that part of my life Iāve already forgotten.
But gosh, sometimes social media is a good thing. you get to catch with them just by them posting their achievements.
Im get off tracked. so today at work,Ā I needed a medical doctor and no one is paying any mind to my post (understandably so, our rate is so fucking low) then I remembered seeing one of my highschool classmate that recently became a Doctor.
*Note the part High school classmate.
Were not friends or atleast thatās what I thought.
He said WE ARE.like not really close but close enough that he categorized us as somewhat of in the friend category and not mere acquiantance
Which is what I Labeled him as!! cause dude maybe my brainās real shitty that I canāt quite think of a memory wherein we talk!Ā
its just so weird is all Im saying at how different the perspective we had of each other and it was also quite nice to connect with other people
it made me feel a little less lonely
As a writer, you'd think I'd love the suspense, But no. I liked being the master of my own life, of knowing every plot twist and turn, of being the author of my own destiny. Why do you think I write fiction? It's the closest thing many of us could get to playing God with lives that are atleast just on paper
Fleeting and Forever by ninyatippett

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Hi Gains
I know that you don't read on Tumblr.
I really hope so, because if ever you read this, I would be embarrassed, because then you would know how I pathetically like you so much.
Like you yes, Love? I hope not.Ā because if it is, then IM FUCKING DOOMED.Ā
The first time we met we were college students, at a university in Manila where one would be used to the stench of the canal in the middle of our school. We were both in different departments and in no way should have any chance to meet.Ā
But then we did, in English literature where our teacherās nickname basically means a manās little dck but in Tagalog.Ā
I can tell that you don't have many friends, well in that class, cause you immediately sat at the back and focus your attention to your phone.
You caught my eye and like any other girl I whispered to my friend that you're cute in your loner-type of way. my friend giggle besides me agreeing. Then our Professor came, who was actually seating among us students the whole time! He started arranging who seats with who. To my luck, I was seated next to you, my friendās silently cheering for me in the background, but I was too nervous to feel excited.
HOW THE HELL DO I TALK TO SOMEONE WHO MOMENTS AGO I DEEMED AS MY CRUSH?
But then I saw what your so focused on your phone. ANIME
I was over the moon! I was so excited to talk to you and you were nice enough to respond to me and that was the start of our friendship.Ā
But then... the semester ended and our friendship... forgotten.Ā
Years past and 2021 came... we somehow reconnected.
Now at 24...
Itās been a while,
I didn't realize that I didn't delete my Tumblr, a forgotten piece of my 18 year old self.
Looking back, nothing really change, except I became an adult and it was not as fucking easy as I thought it would be,
It also didn't held that freedom I thought I would have once I'm done with all the studying, the projects, the assignments. In fact what I had now are bills and responsibilities for myself and for others and making sure I have enough money to live the next day.
It gotten lonelier, that's for sure. Loveās harder to find, Friends are harder to keep.
Now that I think about, all in all, BEING A FUCKING ADULT SUCKS
Iāve always had a terrible weakness for beautiful but sad things.
Sylvia Plath. (via sublimequotesilove)
buth never in books. It hurts more
Know the Line..
There will always be a thin line between being a Friend and being a Bitch. so watch it. watch what you say and think before saying it. it only takes words to hurt someone.
Someday..
Iāll leave home and travel the world...
Iāll do the things people wonāt expect me to do....
Iāll meet people whoāll challenge my beliefs and learn from them...
Iāll study different language
Iāll meet the person I will Love...
Iāll get my heart broken
iāll learn how to forgive and simply move on
iāll meet the person whoāll stay with me no matter what
Iāll will be free...
Iāll be married in a church overlooking the sunset
Iāll have sex with my husband till dawn
Iāll have kids with beautiful smile and eyes thatās filled with hope
Iāll come back home and hug my father very tightly
Iāll come back home and tell them all m adventurers
Iāll come back home and thank them sincerely.. without them all this wouldnāt happen..
Someday...

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What It Would Be Like?
What it would be like, you talking to my dad, a strict man he is, asking for his permission in courting me?
What it would be like, sitting next to you, holding your hand and planning different future in which we were always together?
What it would be like, making many memories with you by my side?
What it would be like, us fighting, tears in our eyes and thought, āwere not meant to beā?
What it would be like, years from now, seeing each other again and thinking āGod, I still love him/herā?
What it would be like, us trying again, with doubt in our hearts thinking, āwould it lastā?
What it would be like, realizing that, were better together than apart?
What it would be like, me walking in the aisle and you waiting at the altar, tears in our eyes and saying āhe/she really is for meā?
What it would be like, seeing you for the first time, in our own home, us wearing our wedding ring and living the life of husband and wife?
What it would be like, seeing our very first kid be born in this world?
What it would be like, us, old and wrinkly and still thinking that youāre still the most handsome/ beautiful man/women Iāve seen?
What it would be like, us in our death beds thinking our very last moments, together with family and friends, was it worth it? The life that weāve share, the struggles that weāve face and the happiness we greet⦠and the two of us look at each other āyes it was worth itā?
What it would be like if all those things happenedā¦. I might never know because before we even start ā¦.. I ended it with fear in my heart and now⦠all Iāll ever know are the things that I thought of āwhat it would be like?ā
Anime Review: No Game No Life
Rate: 5 stars/ RECOMMENDED
one of the most colorful anime Iāve ever watch. that was my first thought, then my second initial judgement upon watching the opening song was: maybe this was all about cuteness or some shitty thing (I donāt mind cuteness, but there are some that is irritating to the eye) and lastly I thought that if this was all games, then where the problem will come??... Ā then BAM!!! action, magic, GAMES. Holy Freaking Mushroom!!! THIS. IS. SUPER. AWESOME. I love the animation, the plot and the bond that Sora and Shiro had and their plan to save Imanity and to prove that even if we are weak, or that we donāt have magic, we have the wisdom that made us stronger than any race out there!!! GO IMANITY!!!...Ā
P.S Just so You know, I laugh all throughout those 4 episodes.
P.S.S Gamerās Life is just so fucking more fun than anything else combine!! (just sayin...)
P.S.S.S please no spoiler alerts... Iāve only watched like 4 episode as of this day. :D
Songs
songs really do have a way in expressing peopleās emotions.... and here is mine:Ā
your so mean...Ā
when you talk...Ā
about yourself...Ā
you were wrong... Ā -Fuckin Perfect by Pink
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and lastly:
oh... so you think you know me now
Ā have you forgotten howĀ
you would made me feelĀ
when you drag my spirits down,Ā
but thank you for the painĀ
it made me raise my gameĀ
and Iām still rising!!! -Whoās Laughing Now by Jessie J
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Iāve shared mine... what is the song that can describe how your feeling right now?
Poem..NOT
Try to make a poem... and this is how it turn out... hayy..
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In a world far away
much like our own
the same place, the same people
but.... everything is filled with happiness
not with grief, not with sorrow
thereās no war, only peace
no broken hearts nor family
everyone was happy
laugh in their hearts, joy in their souls
itās a world, everyone wants
itās world far away
that you can only look in a spying glass

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Jon Snow... <3 <3
so... my classmate was a great sketcher.... and I was amaze of his talent... well I was amaze with every skill I donāt have (which is basically.... EVERYTHING) and I was shock to see that he drew my ultimate crush!!! and I beg him until he get irritated of me and I got THIS!!! Just Sharing this to all of you fellow lover of The Game of Thrones <3
P.S Jon Snow is NOT DEAD!!! there is a BIG FUCKING DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING DEAD AND BLEEDING TO DEATH!!!
It doesnāt hurt anymore. I remember rocking, my right knee held tight in my slippery hands. A pink and orange towel, pressed against rough skin. Self-hate never visited my home, but that day she knocked on my door and when I didnāt answer, she broke the damn wood. I stood in the shower, staring at the metal blades and the pounding on the glass scarred me into shutting my eyes and cutting my thighs. The water stung. Blinding pain and the blood from the wound, seemed so placid. Once that cut started to numb, I thought, āmaybe this isnāt such a bad thing, I could even do it again.ā So I did, I kept sawing myself open because no one seemed to care, no one noticed the stash of band-aids in my front backpack pocket or the face I made when the sweat from PE dripped into the gash. The last time I cut myself, I inspected it for the longest time before deciding, I donāt need her in my life, Self-hate is just one pawn in a much larger game. I later found out, Self-Hate had been lying to me. Her real name was Self-Infliction, Self-Harm for short. Sometimes I miss it, you know? The tender flesh, the peeling of the wound, the blood, oh how I miss the blood. At the time, I didnāt have anyone to kiss away the pain. A mere two years has past, and though I may have felt in control, then. Wreckage of my body did not make me feel any more raw than I already was. Why did I do it? It made me feel good.
Isabelle aka sheerly-lovative