Just got home. I’m having a red nose, that’s why. Huhu #colds #selfie
Yung course ko hinayaan niya akong maging kahit sino. From a fairy to a rockstar. #MASSCOM #8thand9thmiseenscene
Here’s to the boys who self harm…
To the boys with quiet lips, and screaming minds. To the boys who think a razor blade will help. To the boys who are depressed, anorexic, suicidal, have anxiety or schizophrenia. To the boys who’ve never found the girl/boy of their dreams; or have, only they aren’t theirs.
And yeah, girls self harm, and yes it’s all very sad when anyone does, but boys never get as much as they deserve. The poems all say ‘she’, and the girls always get the sympathy. Boys are called ‘weak’, and ‘gay’ for crying, or harming themselves.
So here’s to you, yes you, the boy with the shy smile, and scarred wrists with no hope.
They seriously fucking gorgeous.
“Don’t mind what others would think about you, mom. What matters is that you are happy.” I’ve said these words to my mom before for how many times yet I could say that I am the one minding what other people would say about me. So, I guess, I am driven by pressure to please others. There is this one tiny part of me that I want to be remembered about something, to achieve something and leave a legacy. Little did I know, that it is wrong for me to venture my life with this.
“Yet, what ultimately matter most will not be what others say about your life but what God says.” I quoted this as I read the book, Purpose Driven Life. Indeed, that’s the most important thing I need to remind myself from now on. I know that success here on earth is just temporary. Again as what the book says, “You weren’t put on earth to be remembered. You were put here to prepare for eternity.”
— Joseph Bates, The Nighttime Novelist (via bibliophileanon)