I’m trying to learn the kind of brave you taught me – pulling down the gates, letting go of control, trusting people aren’t growing weeds of lies when they’re sleeping in my bed.
Being related to someone does not give you a free pass to hurt them.
How do we cope with our parents getting older? How do we prepare ourselves emotionally with the fact one day they will die? How do we come to terms with the looming possibility of losing them?
Yes, Wonder Woman is the bee’s knees, but am I the only one who found it still lacking?
Not liking or consuming literally any Filipino media. Seriously, you don’t like ONE Filipino song or band?
i am good at making problems out of nothing.
Although the stigma of mental health has decreased, the romanticization and stereotypes of mentally ill people – especially those with depression – seem to remain the same.
I never know what to do with compliments. They make me feel like I have cotton in my mouth.
Dear Mother, I am finally learning how to say ‘thank you’ and express the gratitude you so firmly assumed I was incapable of having. Maybe by the end of this, you’ll also learn something, too – perhaps even how to be proud of me.
Love looks like a lipstick-painted smile on your face that feels as though belongs to someone else.