Sooooooo in love with this one. It looks vintage and plus, it’s my birthstone!
Oh yeah. I badly want a purity ring from my parents but they don’t intend to buy me one. Should I say it out loud to them?? :|
I want one of these!!
OKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY. I SOOOOO WANT THEM! Hopefully my parents would give me one
Photoset reblogged from with 34 notes
Sun and Moon eclipse engagement ring and wedding band set
LOVE LOVE IT!! KUDOS TO THE ONE WHO MADE THIS!!!!
So many feels.
The second .gif is so ugly. why. tumblr. why?!
The day starts, the day ends
Time crawls by
Night steals in, pacing the floor
The moments creep,
Yet I can’t bear to sleep
Till I hear you sing
And weeks pass, and months pass
Still you don’t walk through the door
And in a haze
I count the silent days
Till I hear you sing once more.
And sometimes at night time
I dream that you are there
But wake holding nothing but the empty air
And years come, and years go
Time runs dry
Still I ache down to the core
My broken soul
Can’t be alive and whole
Till I hear you sing once more
And music, your music
It teases at my ear
I turn and it fades away and you’re not here
Let hopes pass, let dreams pass
Let them die
Without you, what are they for?
I’ll always feel
No more than halfway real
Till I hear you sing once more
You might be asking why I’m writing an article after so many months of not writing at all. If you could let me, I’ll explain as much as I can.
My practicum started at the first month of April in a company that I can proudly say a good company. Although it just started, it already had big clients that want to have good advertisements or presentations. It was, so far, a great experience but what I didn’t sign up for was to be put-down and to be treated badly by our so-called “boss” who was, in no way, a professional as he claims to be.
Of course, at that time when I was working there, I immediately thought of my dad. It wasn’t because I can’t handle my boss’ mood swings and sadistic nature, I just couldn’t accept the fact that my dad worked so hard for me to study and I was only being treated that way. (Note to all those who want to work: Never settle for less; you deserve much more!)
So what did I do? I took action. An action that was scary for me but I knew I wouldn’t regret. I prayed to God, together with my family and friends, that if He really didn’t want me to work in that company, He would open a door for me; and so He did. With His faithfulness and love for me, He gave me an opportunity to work at Philippine Business Mirror, one of the top business newspapers in the country. Not only was it a big newspaper publishing company, all the employees are professional and they know what it really takes to be in the real world. I might have been at the dark side of the tunnel for weeks but alas! I saw the light at the end of that dark tunnel and in a flash, I was already standing outside, free from the darkness and basking in the warmth of what God had offered me. I may not know and may not see yet what God has planned for me, but from what I have been experiencing, I know He’ll take me to a workplace that will glorify Him and I will be able to enjoy and practice what I have learned.
You see dear brothers and sisters, we might be scared to take that deep plunge because we don’t see what lies ahead of us. But I assure you, when God lets you plunge and fly to a place unknown, He’ll surely be the One who’ll guide you and will never let you fall down. There may be great winds and nuisance coming your way, but even when the clouds roll down on you, God will make sure you’re still flying with Him. It’s just up to you whether you’ll continually follow Him or let the clouds blind you and take you in.
It has been months since I opened my tumblr account and I realized that I can actually write articles here that are somewhat meaningful, unlike in any other social networks out there. No, this is not an advertisement; it just took me a long time to ponder about where I can write. Anyway, enough of that. I’m here again because, yes, I can say that I missed writing.
Ever since I was a child, my dad trained me to write stories and such but I never really explored and step out of my comfort zone. I just stayed in one place with stories that were always the same. I guess my dad expected much from me because he’s a great writer and he saw that I was interested in writing so he let me read books and let me write, write and write some more. I may not why what my father’s reasons were, but I know God has a perfect plan for me to use my gift in writing, and here’s where this really starts.
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