.ofSundayThoughtBubble.

To quote a friend: "True love is unconditional. It means being there for the person even after she/he has caused you so much pain and sorrow. Being an idiot is letting go of true love. Also, sad to say this, giving your true love to a douchebag."
You love who you love.
You like who you like.
Even if it does make you the biggest idiot on planet.
As powerful as the mind is, sometimes, the heart triumphs.
Even if the broken pieces are glued up with superglue.

The term "letting go" has different meanings to different people.
Some angrily stash everything in a black box, press [delete], and empty recycle bin.
Maybe even change hard disk altogether.
Some quietly accept and pray every moment that the other person is okay and happy.
Some go out partying, fly high and not reflect on anything.
Some just live normally and have flashes of the past once in a while.
Whatever rocks your boat.

When you're at my age, you'd most likely know how and who you are.
People of no significance won't affect your mind or your heart much.

.ifYouMust.

"May you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you."
- Leap Year

. w e a k .

You are my weakness xx

.ofNotBeingEmbarrassed.

I feel that you should not be embarrassed of your emotions.
It is a part of you.
Of your very being.

Nobody has the right to judge you.
Unless he/she has walked in each and every one of your shoes right from the very beginning.
Be it the comfortable ballet flats you love so much that you still wear them even when they're almost torn apart.
Or those fuck-me heels that make your legs look heavenly but they practically kill you.
Every one of your shoes from beginning till end.

I wear my heart on my sleeve.
I am not embarrassed to admit it.
I am certainly not going to apologize for it.

"But I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at."
- Shakespeare

.ofAutopilotMode.

I open my eyes at 8 to dismiss the alarm.
I reply the good morning wish.
I go back to sleep till 815.
I realize it's now time to really wake up.
I drag my ass out of bed, drag my feet across the floor.
From that point until I arrive at the office, everything seems to be hazy.
As if I'm on autopilot.
Work is a complete torture now.
I am mentally and physically drained.
The stress is taking its toll.
Diarrhea, nausea, vomiting.
I am waiting for the full blown stomach flu.
Cos well, that happens when I'm heavily stressed continuously for a long period of time.
Horrible, yeah.
Soon, I know.
Nothing new, really.

After a long, horrid day, all you want to do is go back and cuddle.
Breathe in the comforting scent.
Know that you're safe.
You're okay.
At least for a few hours.

.ofNostalgicFriday.

It's Friday and I'm feeling nostalgic.
M-Flo, it's been a while.

Chikaku ni itemo, boy, I miss you

Have a good weekend xx

.ofMyPancakes.

Summer had Seth and Pancakes.
I don't have my Seth.
So at least lemme have my Pancakes, no?
I want a rabbit.
Like, really, really want.
I know I can't have a whole garden full of rabbits to play with.
So I'm asking for just one.
I promise I'll love it with all my heart and soul.
Yes, you know I love wholeheartedly.
So yeah? Rabbit, please?