I have been spending Sundays with Clang, Z and Marlon lately. Church and going around the city eating and chatting and just plain hanging out. 

Here are just some photos we took when we haven't forgotten to take a few in between gabbing. :)

Bellini's

after Church, we malls.

Lunch

after dinner, before going home

friends

tea time with the crazies :)

waiting for pizza

chismis

nail salon fun

Today, I have finaly admitted to myself that I am mad.  I got hurt and I am mad. My heart feels like its being smooshed.

too real

this is funny too real 

"I'm not gonna let this crush just crash me!
I'm just gonna run coz you dont love me"

btw, I'd totally want to work in Buzzfeed. Yes.

Radical Love

This.

Take my heart Lord, it is yours.  It is yours.

Sometimes you think you have gained ground by reining yourself in despite all your impulses.. Think again, because with a single breath, it is gone. And as quickly as you can say Hi - you are back in that roll coaster of  emotions. You will find yourself reciting the monologue you so wish worked the first time. Addicted to the temporary high you get from that simple thing, but really you must quit. For your sanity, you must.

end of the road?

feels

no words, just these.

 

ramblings

So for the nth time, I could not sleep and my back is killing me. It's a slow painful murder if you ask me.  I haven't been in high spirits lately, I feel exhausted and sad. And all this thinking doesn't quite help, rather it adds to the confusion and ache. I am on a mission to find that switch that would turn off the brain from running wild when it's time to sleep. Really, I just want to sleep. :(

Anywho, while I try and fail getting to sleep, I find this quote from my archives - and really it is striking too close to home.  From an old tumblr I used to follow, it reads:

The secret is, I trust people too much too easily.  When someone asks for my attention, I more than happily plunge into their gaze, smile too much and listen too much.   I create a false image of someone else on my own, believe their sincerity with my whole heart.  Therefore I am my own downfall, and there is not one person to blame besides myself.

It feels like my insides are being smooshed together. Exactly like that.

Timing.

Timing. Such a tricky thing. Why does it seem like every single thing needs the perfect timing? Today, for the past few days actually, it felt like I have missed some very crucial moments. Moments I will not get back. Gone forever. And I am here typing this and wondering, what kept you from saying it then? And then I sigh.