We are what we pretend to be

icanread:

(by elizabethangel)

I don’t think you ran away because you couldn’t handle death. I think it’s because you couldn’t handle feelings, but you’re not like that anymore. You’re strong. You carry people, you carry me.

— Blair Waldorf. (via fuckyeahleightonmeester)

At least I’ve learned this much:
Life doesn’t have to be
all poetry and roses. Life
can be bus rides, gritty sidewalks,
electric bills, dishwashing,
chapped lips, dull stubby pencils
with the erasers chewed off,
cheap radios played too loud,
the rank smell of stale coffee
yet still glow
with the inner fire of an opal,
still taste like honey.

— Julie Alger (1927 - 1994) (via ventisette) (via yearslater)

Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes to simply be human. Maybe, we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we’re thankful for the things we’ll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.

— Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy (via kari-shma)

icanread:

(by khadx097)

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater…The love we have for each other is bigger than these small differences. And that’s the key. It’s like a big pie chart, and the love in a relationship has to be the biggest piece. Love can make up for a lot.

— Sarah Dessen (This Lullaby) (via kari-shma) (via hit-or-miss)

I suddenly feel this great, overwhelming inclination to post at tumblr again today. I have no idea what to post about, though. Yet I feel awfully artsy-fartsy today, which might explain why, in the previous post, I used such (relatively) elaborate, precise language.

The holidays have started. I’m really getting used to the routine of traipsing to the West (of Singapore) everyday and back. I rather like the work there, if you define what I do as work. It is therapeutic to engage in friendly banter with fellow interns about a lot of crap, and I like it that I can trawl the net for any modicum of info that I may not have found about Kitagawa Keiko. Haha and today, I seem to have successfully converted SJ into her fan. I guess what’s so fascinating and attractive about her is how she speaks with such intrepid candour while looking so beautiful at the same time, as quoted from joey today. Haha I have such intellectual friends.

Gee haha oh no >< this is turning out to be a rubbishy post. Fortunately hardly anyone knows my tumblr yay. Ahaa. I love Kitagawa Keiko. (:

and I’ve finally had the energy to log onto tumblr again. :)

I’ve realized that my 16 years amount to - nothing. An acutely painful epiphany. I mean achievements that aren’t just workaday achievements like having a 3.8 GPA, but more importantly, helping the world get over some of its malaises, no matter how insignificant my effort is. I want to do something about the environment and volunteer long-term with an NGO but I’ve been having too much inertia the whole hols to do anything about it.

Oh well.

And in the end it is not the years in your life that count,
It’s the life in your years.

— Abraham Lincoln (via quote-book)

People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don’t believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and if they can’t find them, make them.

— George Bernard Shaw (via littlemiss)