it really pisses me off how people who are good at maths/science/history/etc are seen as the intelligent ones and will go far in life but also seen as the “boring” ones, but writers and artistic/creative people are seen as the interesting and talented ones but also unintelligent and doomed to be unsuccessful like shit bro how the fuck do any of us win
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Ugh. Gusto ko talagang mag-shift. 3rd year na ako at alam kong wala ng atrasan to. Kasalanan ko naman eh. Kung bakit naman kasi hindi ko pinaglaban yung gusto. Promise ko sa sarili ko na kung may chance pa at kung kaya ko pang mag-aral ulit. I pu-pursue ko talaga yung pangarap ko. Alam ko medyo imposible dahil breadwinner ako. Pero talaga eh. Iba talaga yung feeling na gusto mo yung ginagawa mo. Yung Hindi ka napapagod o kung mapagod ka man masaya ka parin kasi hilig mo yung ginagawa mo. Yun yung passion mo. My gaaawwwd. Kung may gusto man kayong course o kahit anong gusto niyong gawin, gawin niyo. Dapat magtiwala ka sa sarili mo. Kasi sa huli hindi naman sila yung mag sa-suffer, ikaw yun eh. Ang kailangan mo lang gawin is patunayan mo yung sarili mo. Na kaya mo naman. Na hindi ka nagkamali sa pinili mo.by Shannon Sutton
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Panigurado baka di pa yun makatulog kakaisip sa’yo.
— Samuel Beckett; “Waiting for Godot” (via wanduring)
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Oh.
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There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
yes and I’m feeling sorry for myself…haha.WTF.
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Hello,I'm AC [eyy'cee]; the girl with a messy life.Umm...I mean hair. (I'm a real mermaid.) A future preschool teacher someday but to be a professional artist is my dream. In short I just want to draw and inspire other people with my art. Loves to draw and draw and draw. Music heals me and my guitar comforts me. ( A frustrated guitarist) but I'm a professional bathroom singer. Socially awkward. Weirdo. But I'm nice enough to make you stay by my side. Vintage lover.Addicted to korean-thingy. I believe to the thing called "soulmate"(P.S. I'm waiting.) And most of all I just want to be happy someday. yeah...someday. :-)
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