日曜日, 11月 18

I will not be afraid anymore.

水曜日, 7月 25

I am trying not to write only when I'm sad.


New toy to play with from daddy dearest, thank you pa. ♥
& #ootd. I love saying that acronym aloud. 

How cute's my bunny? Very. Smooth substance > fur because I kill almost everything I touch. 

木曜日, 5月 10

What is the meaning of life?

This question often brings much despair to me for I have no legit answer.

I did some pondering and have conjured the equivalent of a thought slash conclusion -- for there will never be a solid and concisely correct conclusion for the meaning of life as it is an incredibly subjective subject of matter to every living soul -- anyhoo, I stumbled upon this quote! By Mr Marc Chagall, he's a Russian painter. I am not fond of his work but I love this quote so much so I should share!

“Work isn’t to make money; you work to justify life.”

Just, wow.
If that is not legit, then I haven't a clue what is le fucking git.

I'm currently in my second semester (of college) and I've always wondered what similar characteristics and traits that I have inherited from my beloved parents because honestly, my train of thought rarely moves in the same direction as theirs. I know, I know. Which child (exempting the obedient ones) thinks alike their parents? Fellow friends who have met my dear parental authorities, yes - they are cool and everything but who could've imagined the daughter of two accountants would study something incredulous like, oh I don't know, FASHION? That's like, implying 2 + 2 = 22222 a row of ducks on a lake. (It does look like a row of ducks on a lake!) (Oh.. So I make sense.) (I defeated the point.) (?)

Anyway! I have my parents' workaholic personality. And you know what the fuck?

I LOVE IT. I love it when my collegemates call me crazy, insane, eccentric! I love what I do, I love (most of) the people that are with me, I love that it challenges me, I love that I am justifying my life.

Honestly, the workload requires an immense amount of mental and physical stamina and it does take an evident toll on me. I was pretty damn beat last week, but I got myself out of the rut I was in and told myself what I always tell myself; drop dead or die trying, bitch. I'm generally quite an optimist but the sun doesn't shine as bright every fucking day, so sometimes I get into these phases of semi-depression and think of suicide. I used to think people who kill themselves are foolish and cowardly, but life is not an easy feat so if you want to kill yourself - go ahead. BUT, think about your family, your friends, your loved ones. Do they not mean enough, to live? What about, your DREAMS? I personally have DREAMS, FAMILY, FRIENDS, LOVED ONES, so they keep me motherfucking going, man.

Don't fucking tell me the meaning of life it to be happy because IT IS NOT, MOFO.

If you want to be happy, go smoke some shit. But no, the meaning of life is not to be happy. Whoever tells you that is smoking some serious shit because that shit is deluded as fuck. If your goal is to be happy, you haven't set your fucking priorities STRAIGHT, man. Take your gay (synonym: happy) ass somewhere else. The meaning of life is to have a motherfucking reason (or a few) to LIVE. Happiness is a (motherfucking) by-product. Eleanor Roosevelt uttered these words of pure genius and she is lovely, I j'adore her. If your motherfucking reason to live is to be happy then I can't argue against that since it's your goddamn life. Be happy. Smoke dat shit.

In a mother effin' nutshell, the meaning of life (to me, right now) is to fucking justify that shit.

水曜日, 5月 9

There is thunder in our hearts.

My heart has been beating rapidly of late.

水曜日, 3月 21

Follow your heart.