"Sometimes rainbow sometimes cotton candy piss yellow brown black. In between life with your seatbelt on stopping for some coffee while kissing your face as if you're there and forgetting everything but making appointments. Shameless self promotionspending problem drug habit beautiful life. Soft sleep in the afternoon you're sweet and I'm lies and ghost ships oyster sand in between the toes pop music you fucker. I set sail, I wish I would." --cherrybam
This is all about me, and my life taken a little less seriously..
A mishmash of thoughts from the diaries of a chick who don't intend to please anybody with my posts. I've very few re-blogs, some edited pictures, quotes, music and all things in between. All posts are mine unless otherwise stated.
And so it began.. It's a little too late to save me now.
So I’ll wait.
I’ll wait because I have nothing else to do. I haven’t trusted anyone for the longest time but now I’m reuniting with this ol’ friend of mine named ‘trust’. When I’m battling with myself trying to find a way out but not really wanting to, it’s a hopeless case. My walls have crumbled and it’s a little bit to late to save me.
It’s not like I wanted to be saved anyway. I’ve been living a happy life, by choice. I am careless, free, young and out to explore the world around me. I haven’t had someone for so long I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have emotional attachments. I hated it. I avoided it like a plague. I knew it would only invoke unnecessary dramas and feeling hurt is worse than a bad hang-over.
Then you came along and changed something in me. I wasn’t able to point out what exactly it is. I never had any intentions of having someone cross the line I have drawn to protect myself. I didn’t notice how you made it across, all I knew was you’re starting to see right through me.
How did we come this far? You don’t have the answer and neither do I. How do we survive if we’re up against the world? Can we make it? I have too many questions waiting to be answered. Maybe they won’t even be answered, not now though. I guess we simply have to live to find out.
Go and do what you have to do. Just know I’ll be waiting because it’s one of the many things I am good at. =)
P.S. I am yet to create a character name for ya in this virtual autobiography but you know who you are, C.
”I walk slowly and it kills me that you don’t care enough to stop me.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald
Survived many hours of excruciating pain. Ta-da! Cover up done!
Tattoo cover-up done at Tattoo 4201B located in Don Antonio, QC Philippines.
Done with the first session of my tattoo cover-up.
Currently a work in progress. Should be finished by next week and the mythical phoenix shall come to life! Hoo-hah.
Heroes, Season 1.