You know how when you watch a movie, or read a poem, or see something close to your heart, or listen to a particular song, and something about that particular instrument triggers all the desperately-hidden emotions in you? I've always believed that there's a small part in ourselves where all that we deny, bury, and postpone stay. They remain unseen ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about beauty and the "lack of it." To me, it's really simple: there is no real basis on beauty.
I've been in conversations with women where we talk about a guy we find cute and they say, "But he has an ugly girlfriend." We see a picture of another female posing in branded clothes and we think to ourselves, "How did she even land ( Read more... )

Upon waking up today, I remember this post on Tumblr where different celebrities say "I'm the bad guy because...."
Miley Cyrus: "I'm the bad guy because I grew up."
Selena Gomez: "I'm the bad guy because I'm dating your celebrity crush."
Joe Jonas: "I'm the bad guy because you only know one side of the story."
Vanessa Hudgens: "I'm the bad guy because ( Read more... )

If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda ( Read more... )

When you are in a position where people look up to you, there is never an excuse for being rude, conceited, and arrogant. Or any emotion which may trigger offensive behavior. You have to be able to rise above the adversities, and you there is a need to keep calm, composed, and respectable.

This doesn't go out only to the "famous," but also to every ( Read more... )

Sitting on the floor,
The room looks a lot bigger.
I begin to feel the weight of perspective.
How much it matters,
How much it changes everything,
How I am able to see a different kind of beauty
When I look at things in another way.

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The curtains are moving to the direction of the wind ( Read more... )