17 JUNE

is someone who I cannot imagine living without. Even if he can be naggy and unfair — he’s the most perfect father there is in the world. Even if we fight, I know that at the end of the day, I can always go to him for anything. I love him dearly and I make sure to remind him once in a while. Happy Father’s Day daddy, you mean everything to me. <3
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DON'T STOP CHASING

Don’t stop chasing.

I think that one of the biggest reason why relationships do not work out in the long run is because at one point, one side (or both) stops trying. Before one claims another person as their significant other, they would do anything to make that person happy. They would chase, they would flirt, they would be charming. They would send daily morning and goodnight texts every time you wake up or go to sleep. They would write corny messages and pick up lines just to make sure that there is a smile upon your face. But once they claim you as theirs, all of those things eventually stop. The 5 page texts slowly turn into 1. The constant calls turn into not calling at all. And the lovely endearments turn into daily arguments. In order for a relationship to work, don’t ever stop chasing. Just because the person you want is now consider “yours”, it does not mean they deserve anything less than the time when you’re trying to win them over

HERE'S THE THING

“Here’s the thing” is a phrase I often use in my head when I start formulating an argument. An argument that sadly, can never quite make it through the little gate I call a mouth. There are so many things I hope I could say. Say to the world, and to people that so perfectly yet so preposterously represent it. So maybe I’ll start today. Through hands.
Life is short; therefore live life to the fullest, they say. We live in this world with full acknowledgement that life is temporary, and yet seem to live in complete and utter denial of the fact. Many times we consider what “other people” say or think, regardless of what we want, what makes us happy. We sacrifice our own ease, the flow of things, to conform to the all-to-often narrow confines of society. It’s silly, it’s inexplicable, it’s ruthlessly addicting: conformity is. And honestly I think the most ill-fated people are those who are neither weak enough to fall subject to “everyone else,” nor strong enough  to fully rebel against the world. These fall into a void of utter helplessness.
These look for a single strand, that may perhaps bring about something more real out of the world.
For me, you might just be that strand.