Under thick skin.

The reason why I made a private tumblr was a way to vent and rant out my thoughts at that very moment.  My life is a movie in telling.  I wanted to be able to write freely without any judgement and concerns of others.  Where one reading this, can at least understand the analytical mind of this depraved author’s struggles and morals.  A way where I can sort out my blunders and distinguish my true motives from the temporary emotions… revising and proofreading not only my grammar and punctual errors.  But accepting how to handle a situation, think twice before I speak and take action, making decisions and coming to a  conclusions or realization what I need.  And how to improve myself in being a better person.  

Finally closing this chapter.   

"I am just myself, AKA: my worst enemy"

- Childish Gambino

Findin’ happiness is like findin’ yourself. You don’t find happiness, you make happiness. You choose happiness.

"We don’t have a damn thing to say to each other. I mean, you can’t talk about how close you used to be. You can’t talk about how close you’re not now. You just feel like everything you say is going to make things worse."

- How I Met Your Mother 

Yuna || Coffee

In high definition I’m dreaming of you
With my disposition I’m losing my cool
With my everything I’d give anything to be with you

And I will try my best to let it subside
I’m letting go without taking any part of
Something what my heart truly wants…

You never stop loving someone. You just learn to live without them.

Easier said than done.

Happy Birthday to my fucking best friend. Homeslices forever nigga!

(via reesahz)

Coming home for the night, I didn’t expect to be homesick. It’s been almost two weeks since I’ve been home, and even though I was so eager to get out that town, I missed my bed and my room. I missed my parents and my brother. I wish I had more time to spend with them. Being back in SD, I’ve been so busy with work and spring break. It was definitely relieving to where I had more freedom, doing some soul-searching and trying to regain my social life. Things are going well and I’m pretty content to where I am right now.

But then it came out of nowhere. something always brings me back…

The tiniest things. This time it was completely random. As I was packing, my mom called me into her room. She blasted her music from her iPad and out of all things… It was the playlist he made me. Then everything came rushing back. Everything just started to remind me of the past. From those songs to foods I ate, or just driving back down to SD to that sticker on my car. Anything and everything seems to bring me back.

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… Do they miss me as much as I miss them or do they not miss me at all?

If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t be the same person I am today. So I don’t understand how they can act like I didn’t mean anything to them when they used to be such a huge part of my life. 

Exactly. but when you really care about someone, their happiness matters more than yours. 

India Arie Playlist for the brokenhearted.

shit, mann.