SUMMER VIA INSTAGRAM AT CATALUNAN GRANDE. 

We’re just getting started. More summer photos coming, I reckon. Haha

A LATE AND HATE POST.

And so they left. At first I thought it was okay because it hadn’t hit me. Well, not yet. I was supposed to send them off at the airport but because of my lame sick body I didn’t. It was around 6 in the morning when everyone gathered ready to bid goodbye. I really thought that I’ll be shedding tears but to my surprise I did not. But after a few days, the unusual silence inside the big house is already quite disturbing (not in a scary way or idk maybe? haha). No more screaming aunt because of her ruined flowers or endless errands. No more lazy cousins who spend the whole day inside the room internet-ing or xbox-ing. No more early morning gym class (thank G for this haha but still ). No more late nights at Brahman. No more etcetera etcetera. It’s just I miss them so much. I never thought that this day would come. Them. Leaving. No. Never. 

So excuse me if the next few words/sentences are rants but wth. I blame the girl who ruined my aunt’s family. I curse the day she was born! I hope she rots in hell. All thanks to you missy, a lovely family was ruined. Because of you they have to start all over again. You low life conceited biznitch! What did they ever do to you? They don’t deserve this especially the kids! You calling my aunt many names won’t make you any better! I want everyone to know that you’re a complete embarrassment to whoever raised you.  And to my aunt’s “husband”, it’s so sad that it is so hard for you to lose your money yet so easy to give up on your family. 15 years and with just one snap everything’s gone. You’re so lucky I am not one of your kids because if I am, God knows what will happen. One day you’ll regret doing all of this! One day you’ll want them back, and when that day comes you’re as poor as a sewer’s rat!  I wish you all the worst in life.

And to my aunt and cousins - don’t worry God will punish the wicked, but before he does we will!

Mini pool over Safaris and bestfriends. (Taken with instagram)

Forever and always. (Taken with instagram)

OH DEAR SCHMIDT. HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH

(Source: kerkoviches)

Day 3 - A picture of your favorite show

I have lotsss! I can’t choose one. Haha

• Misfits
• NCIS
• Cougar Town
• Two And A Half Men
• New Girl

Maybe In Another Universe, I Deserve You

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By GABY DUNN 

What if, in another universe, I deserve you?

Hear me out. There’s this philosopher from the 1890s named William James, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously.

Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real.

Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you.

Maybe there’s a universe out there — happening now — where we end up together and when I close my eyes at night, I’m not dreaming the way a normal person would. Instead I’m seeing flashes of our lives in the multiverse. They’re not simple dreams because I miss you, right? They’re scientific, anachronistic visions.

For instance:

In this universe, I don’t want a family, but maybe in another, I’m more of the type to settle down. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand while I give birth to our daughter in a white hospital room with pink flowers and fuzzy teddy bears on the window sill. Where we take family vacations and pose for dorky pictures in our neon bathing suits on the sands of a Florida beach. Where we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day in our big, green, suburban house once the kids have fallen asleep.

Maybe there’s a universe where we are middle-aged and taking our child to college and bickering over where to put her dresser or what posters she should hang up. Where you kiss her on the forehead ‘goodbye’ and we drive home in contented, proud silence, your fingers grazing my knuckles, our wedding rings glistening. Where we both have gray hair and we laugh and smile and hug and drink lemonade on the porch.

Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.

Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure, and we have cats.

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Typewriters of Writers

WOAH! I really fancy typewriters. Like hardcore! I want one so bad. :|