"If you thought that was our second chance, you’re wrong. It was our last."
I Wrote This for You, The End of That (via samsally) (via unexcitable) (via kari-shma) (via coldhearted)
I was just thinking.. if it happens again, I’d have to stop being with you. I will always love you. But I just have to probably save myself.
(via isasucks)
I found this on my secret blog and I guess I was just saying true to what I said before. This second chance was our last and you throwing that away was the last straw. Like I said before, I have to save myself.
(Source: leilockheart, via francia)
resign. study. be a novelist. revel in speculative fiction heaven.
I’m not trying to be a FILIPINO *lightning crashes* writer. I have no pretensions about wanting to elucidate the struggles of the (insert generation/era of your choice) Filipino (insert profession/class/whatfuckingever). I don’t have that chip on my shoulder.
I just want to write stories. Stuff that will entertain people. I want to write about things that float and glow, swords that sing, and things that go bump in the night doing their bumping during the day.
I have a love affair with the fantastic.
I have no delusions of being the next rockstar of geekdom. I will probably never reach the success (and financial haul) of a Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett or ole George R. R. Martin.
I do sincerely believe that I have it in me to at least get to a Jim Butcher-level of accomplishment. And I want to. I really, really do.
I’m 24 years old. Time’s running out.
Do it.
"Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained."
C.S. Lewis (via kari-shma)
(Source: kari-shma)
(via roberto)
