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"Hindi na tayo magiging masaya"
How could you turn things around when sorry couldn't make anything? How could you make it up with someone when regret doesn't add up to healing? How could you put it all back when everything has been shattered to tiny little pieces? How could you make it go away when in all the things you see or hear brings every pain back and pushes you down back to zero?
Would it be too much to ask to be happy?
âAnd when you choose a life partner, youâre choosing a lot of things, including your parenting partner and someone who will deeply influence your children, your eating companion for about 20,000 meals, your travel companion for about 100 vacations, your primary leisure time and retirement friend, your career therapist, and someone whose day youâll hear about 18,000 times.â
â Tim Urban, Wait But Why - How to Pick Your Life Partner (via thelovejournals)
L A G O M
âWhen I find out who I am, Iâm gonna know just what to do.â
Just a year and some months ago, Iâve navigated through life - half empty, half lost. Questioned every little detail of me that came to mind that might be worth questioning. Am I too much or too little? Am I worth anything? Am I not fun to be with? An endless, silent, and unhealthy way of hurting. A long list of self loathing thoughts that arenât making things any more better. A narration of how our thoughts are not always self uplifting.
And just like a lot of things, this came to an end. People grow where they need to grow, even through the most hellbent pain.Dark ages have come to pass. And so I have to be someone that myself needs. I have to be my own hero because letâs admit the unspoken truth that every one of us is fighting our own battles.
Iâve discovered a lot from being healthily alone.
Being alone doesnât ever equate to being lonely. Itâs learning a lot of who you truly are, of what you truly want, of where you truly want to be, or how you truly want to be treated. Itâs knowing the truth of the deeper you, of your choices, of your mistakes, of how beautiful you can truly be. You learn to love yourself - your actual perfectly imperfect self. You get to be comfortable with your own skin. You learn to accept your flaws and you start to embrace it. You finally get to define yourself without a stain of other peopleâs opinion of you, and for me thatâs really beautiful.
Finding your solitude is like finding your happy place on Earth.
And when you get yourself back up, with the strong foundation of self love, I guess no one ever has the power to tear you up again. No one can bring you back to being that âhalf empty, half lostâ because you already know that you got yourself. And you already know what you truly deserve because you know youâre that âstrong independent woman, na mejo kulang sa lambingâ.
You are never too much or too little. :*
I killed someone
As the end of the past year (2017) rushes to itâs end, I have killed someone. I have killed myself from waiting that somehow, something might happen. That somehow, maybe waiting at the end of that toxic relationship will eventually come into a âworth-the-waitâ ending. But reality will always, without a doubt, prove you wrong. So I have killed someone.
I have killed my past self from believing that I am not good enough. My past self who believed Iâm not going to survive without him. My past self whoâll endlessly save him even on the expense of herself.
Lost and confused in the midst of all the chaos and uncertainty, I killed my past self and pushed through all the hardships of moving forward, because yes, life must go on. Life must go on even those days when you feel like you donât want to live anymore. Life goes on even on the gloomiest days. Life goes on. Time goes by. And whether you are ready or not, you have to wake up and be okay. Why? Because everyoneâs bound to be okay. So I killed myself. I killed that self full of self doubt. I killed that self who had grown to be dependent and lost the trust in herself. I believe I was not meant to be that self, that I am not in my best shape, and Iâm not bound to be that self. So I killed my past self.
And upon the death of that past self came the birth of this errupting âmeâ. This new âmeâ has grown to build self love by knowing and finding her self worth. And thatâs how I knew that building such is a good foundation because if thereâs one thing I learned through all the madness I came from was this: you donât need someone elseâs approval for you to know your self worth and the best relationship you ever have is a good relationship with yourself.
And I have worked hard for this, for the ânewâ me. I learned how great it was to be alone and not feel lonely. I learned to love those âmeâ times and I found myself so profound with my personal space. Still, books are my companion â even eversince. I found that loving yourself is the best gift you could ever award yourself to and that self love shouldnât even be that hard to do. And Iâve come to realize that oftentimes, when weâre asked âWho is your first love?â we tend to say other peopleâs name, yet no one ever answered âmyselfâ. And I think âmyselfâ is the greatest and most important answer of all. Because at the end of the day, youâll only have you.
Upon living with the re-birth of âmeâ, I have navigated everyday by knowing that I wonât have to beg for anyoneâs approval for anything to be me. If they grow to like me, thanks. But if they grow hate me, thanks. I now believe that opinion of otherâs towards me doesnât, and wonât ever, define me.
On top of all this self love, you get to pass whatever vibe you got within you. And thatâs how love comes from the inside then outside. Now, thatâs where my outside came.
And the outside? Thatâs another story to tell. đđ
After all, the murder was all worth it. â¤ď¸
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Finally, I already find myself wishing for a peaceful heart without a silver line of fear or doubt that maybe itâs another failure or another heartache. Finally, I am able to breakfree from all the insecurities and self questioning. Finally, I am able to confidently know that this time I already found a home not between four walls but between two loving arms. Finally, I am having someone as vulnerable as I am, as open as I am, as willing as I am. Someone whoâs at best in compromise. Someone whoâll meet me halfway. Someone whoâs not afraid of my silence, of my storms and thunders, of my conflicted paradox. Iâve grown tired of thinking that Iâve found a forever in a person. This time, I guess itâs safe to say that Iâve found someone who found forever in me. Someone with fresh eyes that are afixed to see me â all the beauty and ugly in me. That sudden person whom you never really thought would be the âoneâ. That person who doesnât seem to look for the right one but had been the right one. That person who made it easy what love was, who made me realize how easy love can be, how safe love can be. That person I have right now. I guess itâs safe to say that today, at this moment, the right love, right person, and right time has found me. Now, it is safe to say that my heart is nestled onto its home â its safest, comfort zone.
rdrrn
You had me at that point where I wouldâve left the world behind for you. And youâve just thrown it all away.
rdrrn
Thank you for making me realize that some people are not meant to be kept.
rdrrn
I now realize that I donât seek to be good enough. For once, I want to be enough â right enough.
rdrrn
Quest
Saludo ko dito kay Quest. Ibang klaseng musikerong Pinoy. Ang galing sumulat, tagos sa puso. Sa lahat ng kanta niya yung Walang Hanggan ang pinakahinangaan (at iniyakan) ko. Sobrang raw. Alam mo âyun? Sobrang sakit eh.
Sobrang nakita ko yung sarili ko sa kanta na âyun.
Kasi dinaanan ko ung gulong gulo ang puso, saan ba âto patungo? Di ko alam. Ito yung panahon na ilang buwan na halos ung lumipas, ni anino mo hindi ko nakita. Yung sabi mo busy ka. Ilang buwan bago tayo magkita.
Dito pumasok ung hinarap lahat ng balakid pero bakit walang kapit? Ang mga pangakong binitawan, di ko alam. Naghintay naman ako. Hinantay ko naman ung panahon na baka naman sakaling maging busy ka ulit pero sakin naman.

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âTrillions of universe condensed into a fun sized, pistanthrophobic creature. Sheâs keeping it calm on the outside but carries an infinite chaos and destructive hurricanes inside her head. Solitude is where you can find her. Sheâs not loved widely but she brings this kind of love so deep youâll find yourself drowning but asking for more. A deep ocean that hides a lot of turmoils underneath the sophisticated calm surface. A storm so strong you can only see the darkness, tremendous thunder and striking lightning. She has this beautiful but freezing cold heart. Indeed a walking disastrous tragedy.â
rdrrn
So when I come back, please do me a favor and save yourself from my own chaos and runaway.
rdrrn
The best gift you can give someone is your time. It's giving them something you cannot bring back.
rdrrn
Apparently, I just need someone whoâll say âYouâll be safe hereâ and actually mean it.
rdrrn
And so lately I have been on this melancholic phase that I cannot even function the way I should be functioning in the society. I couldnât even exactly point the origin of this but I feel like itâs something that boils from deep within and I canât help but feel weak and vulnerable and fragile and it makes my stone cold heart feel something - solitude.
Itâs funny to feel alone despite the crowd that surrounds me. Itâs even ironic to render care to my patients when deep inside I know that itâs actually me who needs some genuine care. I donât even know how to address that need for care when in fact for the last few days or so, I kept on pushing people away. Itâs like wanting for a company and at the same time wanting to be alone and itâs damn confusing. No wonder why others canât understand me - I canât even understand me.
I kept talking to my heart these past few days telling âItâs okay. Youâre okay. Youâre cold but youâre okay and youâre still beautiful despite your scars and youâre still beating even when youâre in shattered pieces. It will be okay. I got you, heart. I got you.â And yes, it helps me survive. And somehow, I know thatâs self love.
Somehow, there are times when I wish thereâs someone whom I can vent all these out. Or someone who is strong enough to watch me bleed my eyes out when tears are no longer capable of crying their way out. Someone who is ready to see the hurting side of me. Somehow people around me are so used to seeing me laugh and happy and jolly and full energy that I guess sometimes they often forget that there is also a melancholic me. I guess theyâre so accustomed to my strong independent woman side they forget the kulang sa lambing part. And I donât blame them because thatâs what I wanted them to see because thatâs what I portray to be.
I guess hard times are hard times. These are just hard times. I just need a good cry and this will come to pass. I just hope it comes to pass sooner.
- rdrrn -

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Some day, I will be able to sit in the corner of my very own house, reading all the books I want, drinking a hot beverage that I want, and worry not a thing because I know I succeeded in life.
When will it be?
When would you really appreciate the importance of a person? Is it really when itâs too late? Is it really when all you are left to do is mourn for what you believe is your loss? Or is it when you realize that you can never find another one like them and youâre a little bit too late because someone already showed them their worth?
Iâm almost afraid to say this but honestly, I think the right question when it comes to this âappreciationâ is âDo we really appreciate whoever or whatever it is that we got in this life?â I mean, could you honestly tell yourself or others how much you appreciate the life that you got?