memoirs of ink-stained wounds

memoirs of ink-stained wounds Apr 9

Life is not a pageantry—we need no rubrics and criteria for judging.

Life is not a race—that no trophy or plaque, medals or cash gifts ever won.

Life is meaningful.

memoirs of ink-stained wounds Apr 7

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When you show too much skin, you're labeled as flirty.

When you're conservative with your clothing, you're called uptight.

When you're loud, you're accused of over sharing.

When you're quiet and keep to yourself, you're deemed introverted.

When you wear too much makeup, you're judged as trying too hard.

When you wear less makeup, you're criticized for looking plain.

When you stand up for yourself, you're seen as disrespectful.

When you ignore others' opinions, you're branded a snob.

Do what you love. Love what you do.

A lot of people will still say anything about you regardless of what you do. So you do you and love yourself.

memoirs of ink-stained wounds Apr 7

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You have the waves of the sea writ on your skin—stretch marks.

memoirs of ink-stained wounds Apr 7

might delete later...

I collect Valid IDs like I am Thanos collecting gem stones.

I collect different bank cards for different purposes.

So what? That's normal.

memoirs of ink-stained wounds Apr 7

financially wise.

Kaya hindi umuunlad ang bansa, dahil maraming nag-aasawa nang walang plano para sa kinabukasan.

Nagpauto sa salitang "mahal kita," kaya ito ang naging kapalaran nating dalawa.

Umaasa na kayang itawid ang gutom at uhaw sa salitang "bahala na si Batman."

Tila ba naging sapat na para sa atin ang pagkain ng pagpag, nagmimistulang "isang kahig, isang tuka."

Itulog na lang ang gutom at uhaw na nararamdaman, sapagkat kinabukasan ay panibagong umaga na naman ang haharapin natin.

Hindi matatawid ng gutom o uhaw ang salitang "mahal kita."

Kahit kailan, hindi masama o makasarili na isaalang-alang din natin ang ating kapakanan, upang maiwasan na makita ang mga batang hindi naman hiniling na mabuhay sa mundong ito na nagdurusa.

memoirs of ink-stained wounds Apr 7

[SPG]

I do have a talent—my voice is normal when speaking, but sometimes I never recognize my voice anymore. Since it pitches high and low, based on its wavelength and pain.

My man also has his abilities—he knows how to be a gentleman but like a light switch, oh ****! He forgot how to be gentle with me.

memoirs of ink-stained wounds Apr 7

tch.

I was born into this world—to make enemies, and not friends.

I tried so hard to be kind, but they end up taking advantage of me.

I tried so hard to be humble, but out of respect, they forgot their own place—but feels too entitled.

I tried to be respectful, but they traded it for disrespect.

To all of the Pontius Pilate and Judas Iscariot of my life, shame on you!

To the 30 silver coins I wish I received, but I received none.

I tried to stay silent, talked less of my opinions, you still have some beef about me, made irrelevant issues and nonsensical point of views

If I sat with you on the table during gatherings, you talk **** of others behind their backs

If I know, I'd say it right away, "If respect is no longer served, stand up and bring your plates and leave."

Because when a person who brings their plates to the table personally, they are not afraid to stand up, once the discussion is said and done.

You will never find trust and respect in the same person twice.