For all the rad punk pop bands, tank tops, oxygen masks, fishnets and safety heads.
Where u at.
Art conquers fear more than anything.
For all the rad punk pop bands, tank tops, oxygen masks, fishnets and safety heads.
Where u at.
Art conquers fear more than anything.
so i have secretly accepted that there are many many things places people situations pain suffering etc in the world i cannot change
i cannot change where i come from
i cannot change the past
i cannot
undo forget all the reality that is happening
and the people around me
but what i can change is myself
my regrowth
my beginning
my disposition in life
apparently
my metamorphosis
All my life I have been a silent child, up to responsible sensible young adult who can drive at seventeen to a sweet rebel teenager who can stand up and fight for herself
I can handle people throwing shade at me as I know how to fight back and scream in silence but what I cannot most tolerate are the treatment my parents have shown since birth
All they do is complain they spent a million on my studies, a million on my operation, which by the way was so critical looking back I wished God whomever He is took me already
To cut it short, someday I know I can tell with bright fiery eyes and gleam how I was raised in an abusive household. Up to now that I am a working twenty something, I left all my so called friends who have decent parents and travel and have a social life.
My heart burns with hatred but nobody should judge that. Everytime I go home my mom manages to say something unkind, or just last night my dad told me, if my attitude stays the same, then nobody will come near me.
It was hurtful how he delivered it. I was simply listening at my earphones music blasting that I had nonchalantly closed the door. It was barely loud but I guess the crickets were banging that it was apparently audible.
In my heart I have humbled a sense not to cry anymore over nonsense things. But it shookt me that he really is a patriarch old man who cannot modernize his ways, who always treat others better, who cannot accept girls in the family.
I am the first born and only girl
Many times some dear people told me not to be self pity to myself, but other times you simply cannot help it
Being emo, being so hard on yourself to the point your current boss tells you be happy and not be emo
So anyway point is Im growing up
I wish to finally break the curse of the rebellious teenage angst me and live a life of my own alone. Financially capable and knows how the world works.
Thank you for reading.
If ever you do.
Happy October.
Ey guys ! Thanks for 108
It has been a pretty rough year for me
And I am sure with all of you as well
Challenges are tough but our minds and hearts
Are enough to combat the daily obstacles we face through
Today at dawn
I painted my nails yellow
It felt so refreshing
Currently I felt that my obsession as a fangurl for Avril Lavigne has faded
She cant seem to change image and tune
The rockstar getup kinda gone
Dope ya know
Then theres this thing that keeps me up at night
How the world demands I get a boyfriend
How I am tired of putting up with questions I cannot answer
How I know I will be single for a long time
And the plenty questions I fish out the universe for
The power I used to have
The words ubiquitously jamming inside my head
When do I get my sale
How long do I have to wait
Or do I
Simply
Explode ?
Btw I plan to probably study graphic design when I can
I wanna make street wear fabulous in Manila
Something iconic and not redundant
Flashy yet cool
Whatcha think
XOXO
your friendly weird neighbor , Witchita
Freedom
I have lost my chance to
change
the past
but here I am
standing
fighting
carrying
the weight
the ache
forgiving
not good at forgetting
soon
but you know what
who cares
keep living with dignity
and grace
nobody owns you
forever 21
street ambler