— patintero
— downward skipping
Anonymous asked: tumblrmarketing(.)com is showing how silly tumblr is. they'd do worse than facebook in the stock market. just giving free shit away
and i shouldn’t take this as black propaganda because…?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGIE!! :D
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kisses and misses
i’m not sure how anyone feels when i tell her/him that i miss her/him, but if there’s something certain about these kinds of situations, it’s the fact that when i do say “I MISS YOU” to someone upfront (not online), it only means that i do — and i really do — miss that person like no one else.
but not that i’m saying that i don’t actually miss the people i say “i miss you” to online because i DO miss them too. it’s just that it’s different when i say it upfront. ‘cause it always takes ALL of my courage to say those three simple words. it’s never easy for a person like me, who’s always had difficulty conveying what i really feel, especially my genuine emotions.
phew. i’m exposing a lot by typing this entry down but i put it out there because i know a few people i’ve said “i miss you” to who truly deserve knowing now how special they are to me - how close they are to my normally protected heart.
we don’t
maybe we don’t expect people to know how we feel - but we maybe feel that ounce of self-pity that maybe others would, at the very least, understand.
i’m a coward and i know that. i protect myself more than anyone ever thought i do. i hide behind blogs, indecipherable status messages and smiles and jokes.
the more i joke around, the more i fool around and the more i smile, i finally admit to myself that i’m hurting more than i thought i could hide.
:(
i’m tired. i want to be out in the sea but i could never bring myself to jump out of this small tank. a lot of people need me.
God is good and i know that. everyday, He gives me reason to stay and know that i made the best choice by staying. i met a lot of people who make my stay worthwhile.
but maybe, after all, i’m human and tripping is a thing that happens. and being the fool that i am, tripping is practically a thing i do.
i’m there again - that point where i rub my knees from hurting them. i have tripped again. but i keep wondering if maybe this was an old scar - one i’ll just keep splitting open over and over.
but i’ll make it out.
in the words of Jason Wade, “give me a few hours, i’ll have this all sorted out.”
— :|
:”)
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