miss-happy
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It’s not that everything will be easy or exactly as you had expected, but you must just choose to be grateful for all that you have, and happy that you got a chance to live this life, no matter how it turns out.
“Life will never be perfect, no matter how hard you try. Even if you pour your heart and soul into it, you will never have that perfection you seek. There will always be broken hearts, there will always be days where nothing goes right. But you must accept and learn that even the most imperfect things will always be made better with love and laughter. “
…don’t forget to smile okay :)
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(via inmemoryofmysanity)
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(via moonlight-path)
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(via inmemoryofmysanity)
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Photographer’s girlfriend leads him around the world
(via libidildo)
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“I held her close to me with my eyes closed, wondering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn’t. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.”
(via karenxamelie)
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jmgr:
(from Daphne T, via facebook)
“There was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detatched, to die rather than admit… a thing so personal, so intimate.”
— Daphne DuMaurier
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Breakthrough
jmgr:
There were two things I couldn’t bring myself to do after August: (1) watch video clips of Papa singing the karaoke, and (2) read emails he sent to me a few years back. Since the funeral, I’ve always wondered if it was ever truly possible to think about him without feeling heartbroken afterwards. But over time, I’ve realized (and have resigned to the fact) that when it comes to remembering him, joy and sadness are, indeed, intertwined and inseparable. So after months of putting it on hold, I finally decided to open my old yahoo mail account and archive his letters. (Watching the karaoke videos, on the other hand, was a personal feat I achieved sometime last month. Yay me.)
I’ve been spending the past couple of nights reading his emails, and it was like hearing his voice again. Some of them were so corny (ang yabang pa, because that was his way of showing affection to me). But there were also messages full of wisdom that I could only wish I had more “life experience” at the time he sent it because I probably would have appreciated it more.
Let this be the first of many entries documenting his letters to me. I will be posting them here occasionally and will try to leave them as raw and as unedited as possible (meaning with typo errors and wrong capitalization/punctuation; will only filter out the names of some people he mentioned). Enjoy the first one below :)
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Laying in bed, remembering a conversation in your head, and imagining what you should’ve said instead.
(via sodamnrelatable)
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(via karenxamelie)
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(via cherrybam)
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(via bittersweet-as-life)
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Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn’t arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I’m going to be happy in it. - Groucho Marx
Life is too short to waste on petty things like hatred and revenge. Just forgive, forget, and make the most of your own life. and come on, Smile:)
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