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  • Living with hope is infinitely better than living with expectation. When I live with expectation, I erroneously convince myself that I’m entitled to so much. When I expect things from people, I assume that I’m significant enough to have such an expectation. Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. Maybe they just owe me because of what I may have done for them, but then that would taint my original intentions of being selfless. So I can’t maintain such an expectation because it makes me feel insincere. And I despise insincerity. I despise selfishness. I despise people that are oblivious and complacent. They’re oxygen thieves and probably the biggest contributors to that big hole in the sky. Social liabilities.

    Hope, for me, is believing that it can be better…not necessarily that it will get better, but the realisation that it can be better seems to offer some comfort. Some hope. A distant altered reality that’s always within reach but just out of my grasp…but even if just a mirage, it gives me purpose, I think?

  • hello darkness my old friend…

  • This is completely out of character for me, but I just need a hug, or more accurately, I need to give a hug that is hugely appreciated and reciprocated…the enshrouding, embracing, enveloping kind of hug…no words, no groping, no kissing…just a deep embrace that melts one soul to another without any concern for the physical form. 

    No thoughts of voluptuous breasts against my chest. No thoughts of the curve of her back filling the hollow of my palms, or the ridges of her spine playing with my fingers. Even the scent of her perfume whispering off the cusp of her shoulders, or the natural oils from her hair mingled with the sweet serenade of her shampoo. None of that. Just the warmth of her being devouring my own. 

    That’s all I want right now…nothing more. just that hug…

  • Sometimes when I look at an amazing photo of a beautiful landscape, I feel disappointed rather than inspired, because it reminds me of so many moments when I was so busy trying to capture the beauty in a photo to share with others, that the enormity of the moment escaped me completely. So the beauty that I wanted to share was actually lost.

  • I just realised that one of my greatest regrets in life will probably not be the intense betrayals, or the hurt and pain caused by loved ones, but rather the fact that my family will probably never know this side of me in my lifetime. The side that I show to the world in my blogs. They’ll only ever see me in my role that I am required to play in the family unit and nothing more, with the occasional hint at my true self shining through, but I just as quickly recede and wear the masks I’m expected to wear because I can’t trust that they would get this side of me. 

  • howfreeitis:

    I try so hard to recall the location of that time:
    I was lost, you were high; something sweet and sublime.
    Back when I used to think every look on your face
    Was some confirmation of a feeling or a place.
    We had playful arguments over theodicy,
    With underlying remnants of hypocritical duplicity.

    You were lying to me.
    You were lying to me.
    You were lying to me.

    There is no forgiveness for mimicry.

    Because
    The God you so vehemently professed
    With a deceitful heart such as yours would never be impressed.     

  • Fond Memory of School

    Math Teacher: You’re the image of perfection
    Me: *shy smile*
    Math Teacher: But just the image
    Me: *thinking f*** you!*
    Me: *shy smile*

  • A day spent without the sight or sound of beauty, the contemplation of mystery, or the search of truth or perfection is a poverty-stricken day; and a succession of such days is fatal to human life.

    Lewis Mumford (via quotestuff)