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A BLESSED 2019 TO YOU! <3
BELOW IS MY MESSAGE ESPECIALLY TAILORED FOR YOU! <3
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A BLESSED 2019 TO YOU! <3
BELOW IS MY MESSAGE ESPECIALLY TAILORED FOR YOU! <3
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HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR! <3
Hi there! This is Grace, and I'd like to tell you something
It has been an annual tradition of mine to speak my word of appreciation to significant people who notably made my year!
Should you happen to be redirected here, that connotes you matter, and this is merely a word to say I appreciate you in my life. Follow the link below for my private message. :)
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PS: Hey Bru, Lisod man diay kaayo magkunwari nga kalimot kos imong burpday no? HAHA. Pasayloa ko kay di ko kaanha. :(
It is every day I thank the good God for your life. Imong moral support nako, samas atong sisterhood, PRICELESS. Wishes for good health and abundance sent forth plus to more bonding ug gala. HAHA. Muah! May you bag every favour that life has to offer this year (I always know you will kay ug nimo pa, good things do happen to good people ug hingtuo kayko nimo ani. xD) Continue shining my friend! Happy Happy Birthday! Have a blast! <3
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The facilitator tasked us to write a name of memorable grade school teachers who made an impact in our personal lives and I went like “Oh, I have 10 but got only four hearts at hand so I wrote your name as one of them. <3
A simple reminder that you are profoundly valued, Ma’am and Sir! Thanks for that “IMPACT” you made in my life. Happy Happy New Year! <3
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A BLESSED 2018 TO YOU! <3
In 2017,
I have come across random good people,
Have landed a good job,
Have bumped into inspiring circumstances and people.
Good things have happened,
Then, YOU happened.
Tinuod, my year hasn’t been pyrotechnically-coloured
without you taking part in the art.
More than those challenges and achievements I call little,
Really, It’s you I’m blessed and I cherish having.
Thank you for making this year such a colourful, vibrant 2k17 for me!
I thank the good Lord for you dropping by in my life as much as
I wish to colour every succeeding walks in the upcoming years with you.
God bless you with the abundance of love, finances, and good health!
For a greener (not bluer), more adventurous, more discreet 2018, CHEERS!
HAPPY HAPPY NEW YEAR! <3 <3 <3
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It’s fun to think I am wishing in this live picture hoping it will come true. haha. Who knows? Gotta try this. #sana
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
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Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via wordsaretimeless)
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“The Secret of Success is Constancy of Purpose”
LOG ENTRY 1.e (2.12.17) #BlissfulSunday #SaluteYou #SirAgney
I know people of accomplished lives, who bump into old acquaintances, but greet them not.
I know people of ranks, who listen to concerns of their people, but cater them not.
I know people of great minds, who have every knowledge on earth, but share them not.
By chance, I was enthralled and amazed
How God has brought me good people
And have my mind changed.
I too, know a person of huge heart, who sheds light to dreamers, freely extends his hands.
I know a person of great mind, who freely imparts his wisdom, shares the goodness of being good_ truly an epitome to us, youth.
He told me not to belittle myself, have my life lived with hardwork, meaning and purpose and so I will.
I’m grateful to have heard from him, never was it known;
It is of utmost merit that I have found such an inspiration.
Sir Agney, hearing from you is quite a pleasure!
I call you my newest mentor.
Just today, I call you my good friend. (02.12.17)
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and she’s too scared to get close to anyone, because anyone that ever said, “i’ll be there” left her with a broken heart.
Via VoicelessConfessions (via voicelessconfessions)
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PHILOPHOBIA -GRACE M.
I met you way back
In a year when I was totally broken;
I met you way back
In a year that YOU is enough to go through pain;
I met you way back
I thought a perfect timing to love again.
One day I found myself
Can’t love you enough;
I found myself
Unfairly can’t love you back.
Fighting the relationship we have
I’M SORRY, can’t be that tough.
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SLEEP PARALYSIS -GRACE M.
MY DREAMS ARE GETTING WEIRD these days that became the subject for my research to answer my curiosity. In Freud’s topographical model of mind consciousness, it is explained that what is in your subconscious appears in dreams. Have you experienced when you can never wake up? Heard about sleep paralysis? It is the feeling when you are about to wake up but can hardly move or talk.REM is a stage of sleep that recurs several times during the night and is marked by dreaming, rapid eye movements under closed lids, and elevated pulse rate and brain activity. This is exactly what’s happening to me. The feeling that your mind is awake before you body does. Somehow it turns your dream into a nightmare. You know the most terrifying part is, I don’t even know if things happening right here, right now, is real.
My younger sister slapped me with a right slipper again. It bruised my face seriously. The rubber slipper marked in my face because I do sleep-walking again. Only then, I could calm down and go back to sleep. It is a pagan belief that only you can broke the spell of bad omen and nightmares and go back to consciousness when slapped with a right pair of slipper.
I entered in a room where I saw a man and woman making love, both in bed naked, groaning and enjoying the rite. It flashed in my eyes not a minute until the bitch saw me so much so they stopped. The boy gradually turned his face on me_ an angry eyes turns into a glowing red iris and that face like that of wolf’s. I am so sorry to realize as I crystallized that faces and recognize them vividly_ my boyfriend and my best friend, how dare you do this to me? Defenceless as I am cried on the side as Dino approached me angrily for the dispute and my interruption with the solemn rite. There he pushed me through walls and choke me to death. I am screaming, begging for help but no one hears me. IT IS JUST A DREAM. THIS IS NOT REAL.
My mind calmed down and appeared to my senses that I am now making steps heading the kitchen, drinking some water so I could go back to sleep. I am thinking of attending my classmate’s funeral in the morning. I prepared myself and brought with me flower for the dead. Everyone was there when I arrived in the cemetery. Every face I see around seemed to care. Death is horrible I know. The paradox of life that only we realized valuing someone when they’re gone or almost gone is real.
I am thinking if I’ll die, will my parents care to attend my funeral. Perhaps they won’t cry for they never care for us anyway. I and my younger sister live in the university dormitory. Life has been harder. We work at day and study by night. From there we make money and continue supporting ourselves, making both ends meet. All I have for my parents is grief and hate. They’re just there but don’t exist. I’m standing here and suddenly feel my tears running though my cheeks. From my back taps a hand and I weep harder that everyone in the funeral notices. You know the feeling when someone taps your shoulder for comfort? That makes you cry even harder, heavier. A cold hand ran to mine, like freezing cold, life-less hand is invading my veins penetrating my blood that runs throughout my body. My warmth is almost gone. A voice whispers near my head saying, “It’s okay Lynn. Pass through with me. I hate being alone too.” I turn around to confirm that familiar voice from behind. A fair lady wearing a white casual dress of an innocent face, my classmate, my best friend, deceased, is speaking to me. To the maximum, I screamed. I am screaming so hardly but nobody ever responds. I can’t move. All I know is I’m screaming “Mama! Papa! Help! Wake me up!” I screamed once more but nobody seem to care for me. Someone slapped me in the face so hard like a rubber slipper then I came to my senses.
I wake up with both my parents around me. I see Papa’s disturbed face while holding a bucket of water and my Mama almost terrified handing a right pair of slipper.
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