open your eyes

how can my greatest strength be my greatest weakness?

why do you exploit that?

tylerknott:

“Night is closing in
and you’re not here to fight it,
who will steal the dark?”
— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
#tylerknott (at Short Stack Eatery)

THE LIMIT DOES NOT EXIST

ohhhh terterterterterter
how do you always manage to get yourself into so much trouble!!!!
perhaps i was always made for danger… heh

"
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
Marc Hack (via watchinghissunrise)

(Source: larmoyante, via charlenexxlau)

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too sad to sleep

i walked into the library to get something
instead i saw little promises i’ve always meant to keep:
the unread novels, the empty scrapbooks, the unused journals
i never meant any of it
so i’ll try to draw parallels as when you did unto me

puellainurbe:

Right there, I was waiting for you. Instead of you showing up, the rain did. I felt cold and desolated. Should I have waited for this storm to pass, just to see you, passing through.

(via fivefortyeight)

so perfect to me :’)

bounded by bones

if there’s one thing i learnt from the past few months, is that i’m not just one person
i mean you can always know things but don’t always internalize it, process it, then reflect on it

don’t you feel that strengths are really just revised weaknesses?

my friends somehow seem to think that i’ll always find a way, or i’ll get around things by some magical chance
which has always been proven true, so i dread the day when otherwise happens
i’ll probably be reduced to a vulnerable puddle, because i knew everything of immunity

or how caring too much or being too thoughtful can be something bad
what can a holder of such authentic emotions do when empathy can be manufactured, misused, leveraged on
would you then consider naivete to be the greatest strength?
though giving more credit to the unworldly mind than deserved,
but also serving as a strong, unyielding shield
protecting from complex and cunning
would it be different then?

half glass full or half glass empty
most of the time i think i got it all together but in reality, aka other people’s eyes, i probably don’t
and that’s totally fine by me :-)

i’m just glad that i’m coming to terms with this and not retreating back into my cave of binge-suits-watching and sloth-like sleeping habits

i’m just going to do what i want to do
even if that means being shortsighted and ‘living in the moment’
i felt so miserable with all the pressure i was putting on myself
and then one day it became slightly clearer

ok a lot of credit in my enlightenment goes to that 4 hour long conversation at hv’s coffeebean

the other day i caught myself second guessing your intentions and i almost felt sick with myself
how could i? why would you think about something like that? what is wrong with you? why don’t you believe? even after everything!
in a perfect world it would be just all rhetorical questions but they aren’t

should probably let my guard down more and learn to really appreciate things
i always just say it but i don’t think i actually do it enough
so i think this time i’m going to try even harder

birth days

as every august comes, i allow for some self-deprecation
more so than the other months
i’ll give myself the leeway to feel small and under appreciated
let all of these feelings get heightened and magnified
just because i can

if you break it down, people celebrate birthdays because that’s the day they were born
the day they a human being gets brought to life!
but what’s it worth celebrating if you aren’t really living?

i’ve been blessed enough with a family that bothers, so i was always conditioned to think that i was special
but growing up made me realise that being special wasn’t so much of a given, but it was to be earned
or at least that’s what i thought

so as it hit midnight, i started thinking about
the many times that i felt like i wasn’t worth it
or the times when my efforts in relationships weren’t enough
i hate how all of this somehow still overshadows the wonderful
i’m sure it wasn’t on purpose, but
you know how it goes

the next day was quietly eventful (i think i finally understood what you had been telling me for the past few years)
had a very comic lunch, a leisurely gallivant around town and a very entertaining dinner after
i was then carefully led to a karaoke lounge in the dark somewhere with all my favorite people behind the mics
followed by some more laughter by the riverside

after some pauses and in my stupor, i blurted something like
"i’m just afraid of knowing that i’m not special enough"

this is going to sound terribly unromantic because i can’t remember what your reply was, but you probably said something positive enough for us to stumble all the way back up to the 62nd floor, happy and contented

though i think it had something to do with “don’t say that” and “we’re here for you”

maybe being special still isn’t a given, but i don’t think it’s supposed to be earned either
as becca moody would say in all cryptic fashion, “it is what it is”, or “you gotta love him for who he is, not his potential”

but one thing i know for sure, love in the right places is always worth it :-)

"
I wait for the day
that choosing me doesn’t feel
like a choice at all.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

(via tylerknott)

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i feel rather happy right now so this is just a narration of how my night went

tonight we went to chinaone for the 10-12 liquid buffet. downed a copious amount of whiskey and tequila. got transported to a good place

then we headed over to butter. moral of my story is try not to stay bored because i end up feeling bad and paying for my own drink and running away. bump was mad crowded so zhao, chuan and i ended up at art bar dancing to slow r&b ballads and bob marley, along with a random indian dude and paulo the bartender. smiled till my cheeks hurt

sat at the steps of butter, watched zhao momentarily transform into a superhero - carrying a dead drunk girl bridal style up the stairs and flipped her on his back into a cab. then watched him help calm down two angry parties in a fight. haha and all i did was watch and laugh

walked to macs in shoes from marcus to save my feet. gulped down one giant ice milo and one small milo. talked about penises and boobs and other adult-like things

took a cab home when the sun was up. took a shower and now i’m here. took a breather and i’m back

i’m pretty sure i’m sober now but i always just end up missing you. it’s such a recurring thing that it makes me wonder whether you feel the same. there’s always such a disconnect when it comes to me!

life’s better with you around :)

bad phase in my life

whatever

wait it out

i’ll get through it

(Source: explodingdog)

"
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
Stendhal (via thingsandschemes)
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