(via staree)
(via staree)
(via tweexcore)
I DREAMED THAT I WAS TRAPPED IN A PICTURE IN TUMBLR AND I COULDN’T GET OUT. I WAS BEING REBLOGGED AGAIN AND AGAIN AND IT WAS PAINFUL, AND I WAS SCREAMING FROM THE OTHER END OF THE SCREEN, TAPPING IT VIOLENTLY, PUSHING IT HARD, BUT IT ALL JUST ADDED TO MY NAUSEA.
I think I’ll stay out of Tumblr for a while, if I can help it, take the day off or something. And I wonder if the pictures really feel that way. I’m sorry, pictures, truly sorry.
I think I’d enjoy being reblogged again and again. Imagine how many computers and how many countries I might be able to virtually explore. How many lives I would be part of, if only for one tiny little moment. I’d probably even get dissapointed if I didn’t get to go too far.
(via ache)
(via staree)
Because of work, I have rekindled my love affair with coffee. I didn’t even realize how much I missed it till I drank it again.
Sailor Moon PAPER DOLLS.. na nasa lahat ng sari-sari stores sa kanto.
reblogging for miztylaneous
Lol. I used to collect these when I was kid.
(via papertissue)
Call me superficial. But I admit that I am in constant need of reassurance.
(via markgosingtian)
In just one day, Ondoy brought Manila a month’s worth of rain. With 412mm of rainfall, it surpassed even the wrath of Hurricane Katrina four years ago. Houses were swallowed by floods. Many lives were lost. Yet still the Filipinos remained resilient.
Amongst the many stories of devastation and despair, I heard stories of hope. Of people who risked their lives to save others. Of entire communities that immediately mobilized volunteer groups and sent relief goods to those in need. The invisible, once impenetrable barriers that lay between the levels of our stratified nation broke as rich and poor, famous and ordinary untelevised-folk helped each other — no, are helping each other survive the storm. Today, in the midst of crisis, The Filipinos stand united.
Of course there are those who still cannot shed their own selfish self interest. Certain politicians seem to be using the aftermath as a means to rank up popularity points. However, as much as I find this despicable, help is help and we need all that we can get.
Soon everything will be back to normal. The social barriers will reappear and we shall once again be stratified. But I am sure we will never forget Bagyong Ondoy, the storm that made us all realize that we can work together despite our differences. There is hope for us after all.