DATE A POLITICAL SCIEENCE MAJOR. see us in the middle of demonstrations, screaming our lungs out in a vain effort of trying to change the world. see us raising those placards up high in the air, fighting for our advocacies like they were our lives. they are our lives. and look and see how much we love it; how we would stand there in the rain just for it. we are advocates, and to advocate is to love.

we fully understand that you cannot be fully ours, as we cannot be fully yours either. we belong to the world, we belong to ourselves. but we would give you little pieces, little bits that you would cherish, little footnotes; citations that you would never miss. you will remember our words, our greek terms that you first learned from us, our questions on love, friendship, belief—the ideal. we make you remember. 

But in all seriousness, date a political science major. we are those who are in love with the world, or who are so disillusioned with it but would still hold on because they find hope in the disarray. we will not care if you are damaged; we will kiss your scars and hold you as you heal—not a fix, we know that that is too violent; and healing takes time. and we? we know how to appreciate time. because we have been taught to know when to sit down and think.

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The Fault In Our Stars Pre-Trailer Teaser

Full trailer is released tomorrow. Movie released June 6th (US), International dates vary.

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Hiding Brokeness

You may see a smile in her face

But, did You notice it wasnt way sharp in the corner

You see her eyes wide open

As she fix that beam above her chin

But, did you notice even a tiny spark from it

You see her dancing in the raving crowd

But, had you followed her until she reaches her bed

 and swirl alone in the somber coldness of her sheet

She laughed too hard when you teased her

But, had you listened to the pain of that sound

She tries to bring some more noise 

But, hardly no one listens to it

She fumble, she totter, and she wobble

 she tries hard to lyric in the air

But, it wasn’t music or anything

She’s nearly losing a grip, nearly breaking

But, she fake it wearing the bravest mask

She gambled for love and never won a prize

She steaks her all that’s left within

Until nothing’s left for her to build a whole

The faith, the hope, the love that she can give

Everything vaporized in her silent battle

She standstill until this moment

And no one realizes how much she hides

Her broken self.

#HidingBrokeness #140125

Gayle Forman signed my tweet wohooo! #IfiStay #WhereSheWent

Gayle Forman signed my tweet wohooo! #IfiStay #WhereSheWent

I should have reminded my self that it was me who crossed the bridge and push you out from coming within, you built that wall instead against the memories we had. You had always point it out before, I could only concede to that by now. IMISSYOU. #VEXED

I should have reminded my self that it was me who crossed the bridge and push you out from coming within, you built that wall instead against the memories we had. You had always point it out before, I could only concede to that by now. IMISSYOU. #VEXED

/and you let her go

Only know you’ve been high when you’re feeling low

Only hate the road when you’re missin’ home

Only know you love her when you let her go

And you let her go

http://www.amnesty.org/en/news/nelson-mandela-1918-2013-06-27
My final salute to Pres. Nelson Mandela. The world can never thank him enough for his sacrifice, compassion, inspiration and the extraordinary deeds. I will always celebrate this “remarkable” man’s “remarkeble” life throughout humanity. I’ll forever be a fan and a desciple! -AnisaMacalawi #RainbowNation #EqualRights#AmnestyInternational #Salute #DefyingDiversity #WeCanChangetheWorld

http://www.amnesty.org/en/news/nelson-mandela-1918-2013-06-27

My final salute to Pres. Nelson Mandela. The world can never thank him enough for his sacrifice, compassion, inspiration and the extraordinary deeds. I will always celebrate this “remarkable” man’s “remarkeble” life throughout humanity. I’ll forever be a fan and a desciple! -AnisaMacalawi #RainbowNation #EqualRights#AmnestyInternational #Salute #DefyingDiversity #WeCanChangetheWorld

WORDS FOR MY AJ: “BORING” : Oh Boy — be MAN! Be one of the ‘boring’ men - and let your heart be bore into. And know there are worthy women who love that kind of men.

So not every guy proposes with lip syncing, rolling cameras, and a choreographed entourage.

Yeah — so what if your dad didn’t?

"He didn’t even get down on one knee or anything?"

You boys ask it incredulously, like there’s some kind of manual for this kind of holy.

And I’ve got no qualms in telling you no. No, he didn’t even get down on one knee — it was just a box, a glint of gold in the dark, two hallowed words and a question mark.

"Boring."

I know. When you’ve watched a few dozen mastermind proposals on youtube, shared them with their rolling credits on Facebook, marveling at how real romance has an imagination like that.

Can I tell you something, sons?

Romance isn’t measured by how viral your proposal goes. The Internet age may try to sell you something different, but don’t ever forget that viral is closely associated with sickness — so don’t ever make being viral your goal.

Your goal is always to make your Christ-focus contagious — to just one person.

It’s more than just imagining some romantic proposal.

It’s a man who imagines washing puked-on sheets at 2:30 a.m., plunging out a full and plugged toilet for the third time this week, and then scraping out the crud in the bottom screen of the dishwasher — every single night for the next 37 years without any cameras rolling or soundtrack playing — that’s imagining true romance.

The man who imagines slipping his arm around his wife’s soft, thickening middle age waistline and whispering that he couldn’t love her more…. who imagines the manliness of standing bold and unashamed in the express checkout line with only maxi pads and tampons because someone he loves is having an unexpected Saturday morning emergency.

The man who imagines the coming decades of a fluid life — her leaking milky circles through a dress at Aunt Ruth’s birthday party, her wearing thick diaper-like Depends for soggy weeks after pushing a whole human being out through her inch-wide cervix, her bleeding through sheets and gushing amniotic oceans across the bathroom floor and the unexpected beauty of her crossing her legs every time she jumps on the trampoline with the kids.

The real romantics imagine greying and sagging and wrinkling as the deepening of something sacred.

Because get this, kids — how a man proposes isn’t what makes him romantic. It’s how a man purposes to lay down his life that makes him romantic.

And a man begins being romantic years before any ring — romance begins with only having eyes for one woman now — so you don’t go giving your eyes away to cheap porn. Your dad will say it sometimes to me, a leaning over — “I am glad that there’s always only been you.” Not some bare, plastic-surgeon-scalpel-enhanced pixels ballooning on a screen, not some tempting flesh clicked on in the dark, not some photo-shopped figment of cultural beauty that’s basically a lie.

The real romantics know that stretch marks are beauty marks and that differently shaped women fit into the different shapes of men’s souls and that real romance is really sacrifice.

I know — you’re thinking, “Boring.”

Can you see it again — how your grandfather stood over your grandmother’s grave and brushed away his heart leaking without a sound down his cheeks?

Fifty boring years. Fifty unfilmed years of milking 70 cows, raising six boys and three girls, getting ready for sermon every Sunday morning, him helping her with her zipper. Fifty boring years of arguing in Dutch and making up in touching in the dark, 50 boring years of planting potatoes and weeding rows on humid July afternoons, 50 boring years of washing the white Corel dishes and turning out the light on the mess — till he finally carried her in and out of the tub and helped her pull up her Depends.

Don’t ever forget it:

The real romantics are the boring ones — they let another heart bore a hole deep into theirs.

Be one of the boring ones. Pray to be one who get 50 boring years of marriage — 50 years to let her heart bore a hole deep into yours.

Let everyone do their talking about 50 shades of grey, but don’t let anyone talk you out of it: commitment is pretty much black and white. Because the truth is, real love will always make you suffer. Simply commit: Who am I willing to suffer for?

Who am I willing to take the reeking garbage out for and clean out the gross muck ponding at the bottom of the fridge? Who am I willing to listen to instead of talk at? Who am I willing to hold as they grow older and realer? Who am I willing to die a bit more for every day? Who am I willing to make heart-boring years with? Who am I willing to let bore a hole into my heart?

Get it: Life — and marriage proposals — isn’t not about one-upmanship — it’s about one-downmanship. It’s about the heart-boring years of sacrifice and going lower and serving. It’s not about how well you perform your proposal. It’s about how well you let Christ perform your life.

Sure, go ahead, have fun, make a ridiculously good memory and we’ll cheer loud: propose creatively — but never forget that what wows a woman and woos her is you how you purpose to live your life.

I’m praying, boys — be Men. Be one of the ‘boring” men — and let your heart be bore into. And know there are women who love that kind of man.

The kind of man whose romance isn’t flashy — because love is gritty.

The kind of man whose romance isn’t about cameras — because it’s about Christ.

The kind of man whose romance doesn’t have to go viral — because it’s going eternal.

No, your dad did not get down on one knee when he proposed — because the romantic men know it’s about living your whole life on your knees.

There are Fridays. And the quiet romantics who will take out the garbage without fanfare. There will be the unimaginative calendar by the fridge, with all it’s scribbled squares of two lives being made one. The toilet seat will be left predictably up. The sink will be resigned to its load of last night’s dishes.

And there is now and the beautiful boring, the way two lives touch and go deeper into time with each other.

The clock ticking passionately into decades.

#AnnV.

Life consists not in HOLDING good cards, but in PLAYING those cards you hold well.

…teardrops
It is such a SECRET place, the land of TEARS.

It’s hard to decline this event, but I have to be responsible with my barops assignment. So good luck guys, hope you enjoy the fright heheh i hope rica can download insidious2 for me nlang instead and have fun sa TGIF munch. Once again happy birthday Leiz! I cooked something sweet for you ^_^ #cheyzi

It’s hard to decline this event, but I have to be responsible with my barops assignment. So good luck guys, hope you enjoy the fright heheh i hope rica can download insidious2 for me nlang instead and have fun sa TGIF munch. Once again happy birthday Leiz! I cooked something sweet for you ^_^ #cheyzi

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