The tongue has the power of life and death
All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
My tumblr blog turned 4 today!
Okay, I didn’t even realize it! I got an email saying my blog turned 4 today, so happy birthday to you, tumblr blog! :)
Damn, made me miss the old tumblr-fresh days! Tumblarity, Tumblr primetime with Saab’s crew, when typography wasn’t jeje, when “tumblr famous” peeps were still cool, the birth of tumblr jargon, etc. But still, it was a good run. So, because it’s my tumblr’s birthday, I’ll post why I named him “ithinkimhuman”.
When I made this account, I didn’t know I’d take this seriously. I didn’t like the thought of posting your “thoughts” where people you know can actually read it. That’s why I stick to my blogspot account then. But when I got started with this, I’ve met cool ass people and learned some cool ass things. Tumblr is actually like a playground for interesting people. But going back to my point, why “ithinkimhuman”? Sorry to disappoint you but there’s really nothing deep about it. Hahaha! Back then, when you sign up for tumblr, there is this part where it asks you if you are human. And coming up with a name is one of my least favorite thing because I feel like once I gave something/someone a name or a pet name, it should be forever! Plus, I suck at it. Coming from a child that once had a nickname — oops, not gonna mention that. It was something I’d like to be kept hidden under my undies drawer. (But I’m pretty much sure I’ve mentioned it before on one of my posts here) So anyhow, that’s where ithinkimhuman came from. We’ve made some pretty awesome memories so can’t let go of him.
Again, happy birthday my baloo flooo plooo miyoooo kooowiii pipooo goooeeeeyy ithinkimhuman tumblr blog! Cheers to more nonsense stuffs! :)
P.S. Thank you for the cake tumblr! :)
Self, The pierces and tattoos you have on your body are there to remind you something. Look at them. Touch them. Remember how and why you got them. Fear and pain is an old friend. Now, be calm. Let's have our late Thanksgiving with these twats.
That awkward but really really really awesome moment when someone buys one of your photos in front you. Nakakaihi! :”> And what made this extra awesome is that proceeds will all go to the Typhoon Yolanda victims. So if you guys have time next next week (I think haha), visit the booth in Intramuros, Manila! They’ll also sell other cool stuffs! :)
Don’t actually follow your dreams because they are figments of your imagination, if you chase them you will develop schizophrenia and die.
I had learned early to assume something dark and lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn’t find it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by planting it there myself.
The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
A moment of silence to all the kids who can’t wait to become a teenager because they think it’s fun
Two hours of silence for all the teenagers who can’t wait to become adults because they think they’ll get to do whatever they want
a shot of vodka to all the 20 somethings who are coping with a lack of rent money by sitting around eating captain crunch in dinosaur PJs wishing they were actually a pre-teen again.
But sometimes your light attracts moths, and your warmth attracts parasites. Protect your space and energy.
Haven’t updated my tumblr in a while now. I’ve been using a different platform. But tumblr took my blogging virginity so it’s hard to let go of (well, blogspot technically was my first but we didn’t went all the way so..). My life is a big conundrum. Fun.
I love pancakes.