For a woman who has always considered herself as a strong human being, my reaction when my scalp was exposed to the bleach’s harsh chemicals was pretty lame. The original plan was to dye my hair gray, but I ended up with a blonde hair instead.
I settled for the less physically painful, but it is the kind of pain that I would have to endure for the rest of my life. This is the kind of suffering preferred by the brave souls.
You can be satisfied but not happy, and that’s okay. Perhaps if we just focus on finding the meaning of life, we might have a shot at living a fulfilling one.
You loved her beyond words, like Tom loved Summer. You even convinced yourself that it’s okay that she didn’t love you as much, because nothing compared to the amount of love that you had for her.
I’m taking back what I said in my previous post that the poem from that guy was the sweetest, most beautiful gift I’ve ever received on Valentine’s Day that’s not from my boyfriend.
When I opened the gift, it immediately knocked me off my feet – inside was an intricately made paper rose and a three-page-long poem that the 17-year-old me would remember for the rest of her life.
Earlier today, my boyfriend and I went to Rizal Park to take some photos for our project Humans of Rizal Park. As we were pressed for time, we were only able to take a quick stroll. Feel free to check out some of the photos but please don’t judge me huhu. To view the entire photo…