My level of sarcasm’s gotten to a point where I don’t even know if I’m kidding or not.
The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain.
I feel small; but so are stars from a distance.
Hayy, namimiss nanaman kita. Ilang sunud sunod na araw nanamang ikaw laman ng panaginip ko. Tama na please. Nag-mmove on na ko eh.
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings that puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly inside.
Sigmund Freud (via psych-facts)
- Staring at myself in the mirror and being like: Who would be stupid enough to love you?