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cloudy-dreamers:

Sorry New Zealand, I couldn’t fit you on :(

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(via cloudy-dreamers)

NOTHING HAPPENED.

So why am I so flustered?

I don’t like being sad. It disrupts my system. The whole concept of waking up with an unpleasant weight on my heart is just- jarring. Sigh.

vehxt:

“I also thank Angelina for dressing in hijab while she visited not just Iraqi refugees but refugees in Afghanistan and Pakistan. Not only did she look good in it, she showed respect and appreciation for their culture and religion and made sure that the focus was not on her looks but rather her mission.”

(via irreleph-ant)

"I was ranting to God, asking Him if He loves me, why He would allow me to go through something like this. And I heard - not sure if it’s my voice or not - say, "It’s because I love you, that’s why I’m allowing you to go through this.""

"Does it matter if it’s God’s voice or not?"

"Why wouldn’t it matter?"

"Because it’s true."

As expected, no one gives a shit.

This is why I’m better off alone, isn’t it. I’m a ticking time bomb. I hurt people. That’s why even God agrees and keep people away.

Why do I keep insisting on acting like I’m fine when I’m being torn apart inside?

Love how dad talks to mum every morning before he goes to work while she’s still in bed and half awake. They’ll whisper sweet nothings to one another and giggle before he decides it’s time to go. But not before he kisses her and leave. They’re quite amazing, really.

Kind of asked myself what would be my biggest regret out of this? And I realised it’s saying that I had to go through these issues without walking closely with God. What the point of going through such difficult times if they don’t serve to push you closer and more intimately to the one who loves you most?

Nette ah nette. Stop being stubborn already.

Now that work’s over, all the emotional stress that I’ve been pushing is setting in on me, and gosh, my heart. If you could sit an elephant on it, that’s how it feels like.

If you had a bad day and take it out on me, fine, I can take it. In fact, I wouldn’t even take offence and brush it off. But when you start to personally attack me and call me names, that is where I draw the line. I can be understanding, but if you have a bad day, fight with me about the freaking ISSUE. Don’t pretend that you’re actually okay and then attack my person and then direct your anger at that. This is disrespectful and immature and not at all okay with me.