June 2011
1 post
May 2011
4 posts
April 2011
3 posts
March 2011
6 posts
There are only two types of women: goddesses and Doormats.
– Pablo Picasso
GIMME THAT CHRISTIAN SIDE HUGGG, THAT CHRISTIAN...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=70WJemBVLHQ
February 2011
13 posts
A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows...
– Agatha Christie
Sometimes
Sometimes you just need to cry it out. Let tears form into poetry and into words that are indescribable to anyone else. Sometimes you just need to breathe. Breathe deeply what mother nature gave you and imagine how it would be like without it. You can’t imagine because breathe was always there to validate your existence, your physical presence and the air. Sometimes you just need to live....
Nostalgia always creeps in like an uninvited guest.
– weijia
Choose things in life that will endure, that are a pleasure to use. Classic...
– Marney Morris, founder and president of Animatrix
New year death
I pray and pray for this uneasiness to go away.
January 2011
12 posts
Can’t sleep. I didn’t have my sketch book today and it felt weird. I had two mochas, one sandwich and fries for the entire day. I think I’m stressed and I can’t sleep. My package has arrive and I know aidan will love it. Dads coming home sat for new years. Don’t know what will go down tomorrow but I hope it’ll be fun. Kind of dread and excites for the weekend....
help me remember
I get it. I get it okay? You need to breathe. You need to enjoy. You need me to be secure that the world won’t turn upside down in a matter of minutes. That what we have together will stay put just like the old book collecting dust on the shelf and not a finger print or stain on it to prove that things have been that way ever since you’ve mouthed the words “I care, I love”...
Men for the sake of getting a living forget to live.
– (via nathanpresley)
Logic without emotion is a chilly, Spock-like existence. Emotion without logic...
– A whole new mind, Daniel Pink
December 2010
11 posts
Rambling
I sometimes look into the mirror and think about me in another alternate reality. Would i have this hair. Would I have this voice and face. Would my ethnicity change? How does it feel to live in another skin.
Ultimately, whoever I become and which ever person I represent, I’ll never escape the feeling that makes me human. Sadness, happiness and fear. All makes us beautiful, all makes us...
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