Empire State of Mind

kimberly bautista.

I thought I understood it. But I didn't. I knew the smudgeness of it. The eagerness of it. The Idea of it. Of you and me.

hospitals and cheap shots

I did it again… 4 times is not the charm. I wish I didn’t have to be so discreet, so I can just scream out to the world what, when, and fucking why. I think I’m getting close to it…to screaming, that is. For all these years, I’ve feared judgement, but I’m starting not to care.

I choose to write because it’s perfect for me. It’s an escape, a place I can go to hide. It’s a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else. It’s a journal, when the only story I can tell is my own. It’s a book, when I need to be somewhere else. It’s control, when I feel so out of control. It’s healing, when everything seems pretty messed up.
And it’s fun, when life is just flat-out boring.

—Alysha Speer (via creatingaquietmind)

(via quote-book)

hammers and strings

Im very nostalgic today. within the past year, ive lost my two best friends. And even till this day, my heart aches. Ive lost the very people i created and shared endless memories with. Ive lost the very people who have been there for me through thick and thin for the past decade. But people do grow up and choose different paths…

How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.

—W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil (via helplesslyamazed)

(Source: quote-book)

Times like this makes me wish you were back in your life.

I love how my dad is always inadvertently calling me fat ….

I need to change my life NOW.

“30, flirty, and thriving!”

With every new day, I find myself even more eager to turn a year older. Maybe it’s because I’m still waiting for the day that people stop mistaking me for being 5-10 years younger than I really am or maybe it’s because I’m over this awkward period of my life. Although I am passed that age when my self worth was defined by the grade I received on my midterm, I am now at that age when I don’t really know what the fuck I’m doing with my life. I realize that this journey of life is something that we should preserve and indulge ourselves in, but honestly, I am tired of constantly trying to find self fulfilling ”activities.”

i want you so badly, but i don’t think i can afford to spend $156 on a few yards of beautiful fabric :(

to the old and to the new

family is family. i don’t support your decision, but if you’re happy, then i will learn to be happy for you. congratulations. please prove me wrong by not becoming part of the statistics.

my lunch.