Aquatic illusion

1234 tell me that you love me more...

thoughts #3 

So I’ve heard more than one person (either close or not so close, have spent the whole time beside me or only took a few hours/days interacting with me) assured me that I have personality (or attitude?). And there’s one person - who knows me since I was small, but not very close, not a guider or watcher whatsoever - told me that it’s ok to have personality but don’t be “over the top”. Over the top is no good. It made me wonder (and cried out inside),

Why can’t I embrace me for who I am?

Why do I have to suppress what makes me myself rather than easy-to-please, bland tasted manufactured cookies? 

And is it ok or not ok to have personality, really? 

Do I imply that I’m tasty? No. But I stopped trying to be every other girl (or how they want me to be), who has zero opinion, cares about what others think about myself more than how I feel, pleases everyone else ‘til I’m suffocated with it. To be or not to be? 

People either hate or envy someone like me because you know what? It asks for guts to have that ” I don’t give a fuck” attitude, and it also asks for more guts and the ability to withstand pains to stick with it (even when I’m suffering). It’s hard to stand for yourself and defense what you believe in but at least I accept the price (either if I gain or lose) and I’m willing to pay for the price tag. But I always hope that people’ll respect that and learn to accept the person that I’m, no made up, no faking. What they don’t know or try to ignore the fact that I’ve been trying hard to accept myself, embrace my flaws and imperfections, which is apparently the hardest things one have to deal with.

thoughts #2

The truth is, the issue exists in many people and there’re many other dealing with it, even my nieces, without naming it. I see the symptoms everywhere, triggers in every situation I got in and it makes me feel ashamed. The second truth is, I realized that the fact is it’s something just never happens to me. Oh, needless to say how worthless and failure I feel. It’s not about “the look” I want to be, but how disciplined, determined and successful I can be. I’m so drowning in shames.

thoughts #1

I always wonder how it be if he knew what the price I had paid for him/his love, but by the time he was/is here when I could tell him, it didn’t/doesn’t matter anymore.

(Source: frejabehalove)

goes into the ocean…

one of natures greatest and most fleeting phenomena

I’m slipping underneath So cold and so sweet
And the arms of the ocean are carrying me And all this devotion was rushing out of me In the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me But the arms of the ocean delivered me.

I’m slipping underneath
So cold and so sweet

And the arms of the ocean are carrying me
And all this devotion was rushing out of me
In the crushes of heaven for a sinner like me
But the arms of the ocean delivered me.

(Source: naniithran, via modellesbians)