blua:
I can’t brain this. They look like miniatures.
this lens will cost you your arms, your legs, and your grand kids.
(Source: cineraria, via lookiamhuman)
Remember me as a Time of Day
There is a curious paradox that no one can explain: who understands the secrets of the reaping of the grain? Who understands why spring is born out of winter's laboring pain, or why we all must die a bit before we grow again?
Each time the clock strikes midnight, one day becomes history and a new one begins. We can’t go back, and we can’t jump ahead. If you are like me, you see everyday as a chance to be all you can be for Jesus, and to experience His abundant life. I don’t want to miss out on one thing about today, but sometimes the enemy can steal my joy in the present by getting me to regret the past or worry about the future.
Have you noticed that Satan tries to ruin our day by bringing up negative things that have happened in the past? He wants us to remember every hurt, every offense, every injustice and every mistake, but the fact is, what’s happened has happened. You can’t go back, and neither can I. But we can make sure that the past doesn’t ruin our day.
Satan also tries to steal our joy, peace and contentment by tempting us to worry about the future, fearing what hasn’t happened yet. His is the voice that whispers, “What if I lose my job? What if I can’t pay my bills? What if my child doesn’t come back to God? What if the doctor’s report is bad or my marriage can’t be restored?” Trust me; the enemy will try to ruin your today by causing you to worry about tomorrow. Don’t let him do it.
(Source: 2become, via spiritualinspiration)
Cristin Milioti as ‘Sara’, the girl staring up in the roof. Ironically, the song playing is The Funeral by Band of Horses which was the song playing in 8x01 in the train station where Ted apparently meets the mother.
(Source: tedsbestfriend)
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Alfred Dicioco moved from the Philippines when he was 15. Now an American college graduate, he is not sure if the greater opportunity is to stay in the U.S. or to move back to his native country.
2 weeks ago - 2
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You know, I’ve been thinking. Everything is… just comes together. It’s me. I chose this. I chose all of this. This rock… this rock has been waiting for me my entire life. In its entire life, ever since it was a bit of meteorite a million, billion years ago up there In space. It’s been waiting, to come here. Right, right here. I’ve been moving towards it my entire life. The minute I was born, every breath I’ve taken, every action has been leading me to this crack on the earth’s surface.
| Burt: | You’re my light, Verona. My sky. I can’t wait to see you as a mom. Her little hand in yours. And your smile on her face. |
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| Verona: | What are we gonna do? |
| Burt: | How do you mean? |
| Verona: | No one’s in love like us, right? It’s so weird. What are we gonna do? |
| Burt: | I think we just gotta… ride it out. |
3 weeks ago - 9
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The problem is that most people give up just before they get their miracle. They stop when things get hard or when they don’t get the answer they want the first time. But today’s verse encourages us to continually ask and continually seek. That doesn’t mean that we seek Him one time and then stop. No, we seek Him until we have the promise!
Today, submit your prayers to the Lord and keep an attitude of faith and expectancy. Keep asking. Keep seeking. Keep knocking on the door, and it will be opened to you.
(Source: moviepostertrash)
1 month ago - 9
9A woman saying yes to a date with a man is literally insane, and ill-advised, and the whole species’ existence counts on them doing it. I don’t know how women still go out with guys when you consider that there’s no greater threat to women than men. We’re the number one threat to women! Globally and historically, we’re the number one cause of injury and mayhem to women, we’re the worst thing that ever happens to them. If you’re a guy, try to imagine that you could only date a half-bear, half-lion, like, “Ugh, I hope this one’s nice.
Louis C.K. (via unignorable)
(via like-air-i-rise)
A lover’s nostalgia
Although I anticipated feeling like a stranger to my own country, I was surprised at how comfortable I was after being away for all these years. Even with the thick smog, endless horn honking from jeepney drivers, and plastic bags littered all over the city, I still felt an unexplainable positive vibe. Speaking in my native language felt natural in a way that I could not articulate when I try to say the same thing in English. And being reacquainted with family and friends, I liked being with people who emphasizes faith even among my friends with different beliefs, and sees filial responsibility not as a hindrance but as a test of character.
Most of all, I met a girl.
Perhaps the toughest part of leaving the Philippines was knowing that I’m not going to see her for a long time. Besides three weeks of talking to each other and a date few days before leaving for Los Angeles, we didn’t have much time to get to know each other face to face. So, we decided to keep talking through Skype and Facebook despite the 16 hour time difference. Whenever it’s Wednesday at 8 am here in LA, it’s already 12 midnight on a Thursday in the Philippines. But despite all that, I battled many sleepless nights just to make sure we don’t lose the connection and keep updated in each other’s life. It went on like that for a solid three months until the cracks started to show. Being the ambitious and relentless person that I am, I put in the work so that our relationship could progress despite the shallow well of actual memories to pull from. I pulled out every creative trick from my hat: recording cover songs, writing poetry, sending handwritten letters, inviting her to play some silly games, and one that I may never forgive myself for, sketching a portrait of her. But eventually, the stories started to get trite, the video chats became more predictable than ever, the Facebook messages sounded more formulaic, and then I just saw the end coming. I tried to fight it. I am sure that she felt it too, the distance taking a toll on us as our good intentions turned into mere obligations, the electricity of it all now just a flicker of a dying light bulb.
The moment I got back to LA, I knew the mess that I was about to get into. No matter how much I tried, the excitement would never be the same, the relationship not as intimate as I hoped it would be if we were together. But there was a reason I held on longer than I should have. To me, she was more than just a girl. In some ways, she was nostalgia itself. She symbolized all these years of me being away from my country with the hope that I can somehow recover all the experiences that I have lost. She was my only chance to come back to the country that raised me and nurtured me. She became my crutch every time I didn’t feel like I fit in LA, when my friends didn’t quite understand me, when my career seemed like it was at its bleakest. She was my hope and my light, the alternate ending that didn’t quite play out.
More than a year has passed and our friendship has come to its boiling point. As much as I thought that I could pull off the impossible and somehow make our reunion the next moment my eyes touch the sun, I don’t know when I’ll see her again. When my neediness has just exceeded its usual capacity because of her indifference, or maybe restraint to prevent herself from getting more hurt, I may have fucked it up permanently. I was wrong to put all that pressure on her when I should be the one figuring out how to lessen the burden on her. But it also meant giving up my hopes and dreams in the US. The more assimilated I feel in the US, the farther that I feel from her and from being with my homeland once again. I’m losing two women in my life simultaneously: one because of the physical distance: her beautiful baby blue skies, her humid and penetrating warmth, the hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps, and the other because I have imposed my delusions and dreams without recognizing that it is more than she could bear. I am still in love with both women, but I don’t know if we’ll be together again.
1 month ago - 2
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