Prettiest Afternoons Combined.

Prettiest afternoons combined.

"You're so pretty." Yeah, pretty. Pretty messed up, actually. Aren't we all? Am I the only one really who prefers not being called that alone? It's a limiting concept. Most especially when society kind of requires you to act super appropriate otherwise you're just a face. Ugh. *rolls eyes* Anyway, this is not a rant. Just a pure observation of having to see a lot of women try so hard when they shouldn't. Or am I wrong thinking that? Or maybe I'm being nonchalant, again. Which I consider my flaw, others see it as a strength though. I am being a weirdo again, ignore me. Fame? As far as I know, it ruins the passion. Partly it scares me because it distorts people, pumps up the very disgusting ego. Probably not all but please correct me if I'm wrong. Underrated ones have more soul because they don't do things to get attention, they do it because the heart tells them so. They do it even if no one is looking. Man, that is solid. That is gold. Where is this coming from? Idk, thoughts I have everyday. Never a fan of comforming honestly and the things I see rlly annoys the f out of me.

Sa inspirasyon na hindi kaya manatili sa isang araw. Mga sandali na dadating bigla, pero mabilis din nawawala. Inspirasyon na umaapaw madalas para gamiting tulak mag-pinta, mag-sulat o umawit. Inis sa pagkakataon na sinayang na di magawa ng sapat ang dapat. Sa inspirasyon na hindi naman palagi nandyan, sumusulpot lang kapag di inaasahan. Buhay sa minsan, sa gabi o sa lungkot lang. Patuloy na pinaghihintay sa panahon na datnan ng mga ideya na nakatago sa ilalim ng takot at kaba, baka maubos 'to o malipat sa iba. Inspirasyon na may dalang konsepto na lumalawak at nagbabago. Umaalis paulit-ulit, pero bumabalik. Ang mahalaga, bumabalik.

*Sad reax*

You know it’s a good story when you can’t even put the book down. That’s what happened to me with All The Bright Places by Jennifer Niven. For a week, I got really hooked and it consumed me so much. Finished quick, it had me sniffles and brief moments of sobbing. I knew it. Anyway, this is not going to be a spoiler although I have this habit of writing down the lines I liked best when I sulk in novels. Not in particular order, I’ll share some of it:

“You have been in every way all that anyone could be. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you.” 

“I’ve learned the hard way that the best thing to do is say nothing about what you’re really thinking. If you say nothing, they’ll assume you’re thinking nothing, only what you let them see.”

“The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.”

“But maybe the smallest places can mean something.”

“One of the benefits of looking innocent is you’re able to get away with things.”

“I’ve always been different. But to me different is normal.”

“I learned that there is good in this world, if you look hard enough for it. I learned that not everyone is disappointing, including me, and that a 1,257-foot bump in the ground can feel higher than a bell tower if you’re standing next to the right person.” 

“I take a good long look at her. I know life well enough to know you can’t count on things staying around or standing still, no matter how much you want them to. You can’t stop people from dying. You can’t stop them from going away either. I know myself well enough to know that no one else can keep you awake or keep you from sleeping. That’s all on me too. But man, I like this girl.” 

“Lovely is a lonely word that should be used often.”

“The thing I realize is, that it’s not what you take, it’s what you leave.”  

“She is oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. The same elements that are inside the rest of us, but I can’t help thinking she’s more than that and she’s got other elements going on that no one’s ever heard of, ones that make her stand apart from everybody else. I feel this brief panic as I think, What would happen if one of those elements malfunctioned or just stopped working altogether? I make myself push this aside and concentrate on the feel of her skin until I no longer see molecules but Violet.”

“No more winter at all. Finch, you brought me spring.” 

“What if life could be this way? Only the happy parts, none of the terrible, not even the mildly unpleasant. What if we could just cut out the bad and keep the good? This is what I want to do with Violet - give her only the good, keep away the bad, so that good is all we ever have around us.” 

“Because it’s not a lie if it’s how you feel.” 

“You saved my life. Why couldn’t I save yours?” 

“It’s growing out of a label that’s hard.”

“But I bring it up to let you know that this is the way I feel right now. Like Pluto and Jupiter are aligned with the earth and I’m floating.” 

A person could save a person, that’s one realization I had after I read this. We could be the sole reason why people would be a little bit more alive or even believe that this life is worth another shot. There aren’t any guarantees but at least, at some point, people we love or loved will always remember us the way we made them feel. 

Impact.

PS: Finch made me cry and kilig at the same time.

I would always find time to go back to the good perfect days, for all these quiet down times, I believe, are merely transitions headed to another state of life where no one could ever guess correctly. Patience, human. Know that eventually, all these slow in-betweens will make sense. It will make sense.

Even if tomorrows were made to worry.

Let's say thanks to this story,

for it is still here.

Present tense.