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What am I doing with my life?

Hi Tumblr blog,

It's been awhile since I made a blog post and I am 25 now and I'm not sure what I am doing with my life. But I want to write about it because I just got off from being sick and I thought I'm gonna die. I know, it's dramatic but it's true when you live alone you overthink about these things and it's scary... terribly scary. But honestly, I want to believe that I'm better now but I'm still kind of sick. And if you live in year 2021 you might think this is Covid-19 well let me break it to you and confirm your conclusion, yes! I think I had Covid-19 and I also think I'm feeling better. But I don't want this to be all about me being sick so I'll go ahead and write something that I've realized throughout my 20s and late teen years just the time around when I left Tumblr and indulge myself with Facebook and Instagram instead.

First of, I am experiencing my mid-20s life crisis and it's an on-and-off thing. I am currently living by myself in Metro Manila. Away from my family for more than a year now. I have a job and I think I suck at it but I'm keeping it because it pays off my bills, gives me food and shelter to live and I could provide for my family back in Iloilo, my hometown. So why am I kind of complaining about it? Well, I came to realize that I haven't found the job that makes me really happy and excited to work everyday. I thought that maybe this is just a phase but it's been more than 2 weeks now and I still feel the same. But hey, maybe its a loooooong phase, so I'll just stay on track. I don't want to make drastic decisions in life that I'll regret. A part of feeling this towards my career is possibly because I am in a brink of rethinking my life in general and writing/typing is a therapy to just get this out of my system. I do have people that I can talk about this but it's still different when you rant about it and you don't have to wait for their response or feel awkward on how to say it and what they might think so I love this free form of extracting what's on my mind and transforming it into a blog post. I urge myself to get back to tumblr posting and share more of my world (and imaginative world) here in this platform.

Oh how I miss the old times, teenage years and not thinking much of what would people say or think about you. You just live. <3

-Eloquent Boss (formerly blabber-peri, but my account still says blabber-peri but I'll change that)

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This is us. ISH AND KIKS.

The "Is happiest when left alone with internet connection and food" squad

TAURUS, Gemini, Cancer, Libra, Scorpio, Capricorn, Pisces

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Perhaps, your’re right.

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I’m on the verge of crying.. and btw this would be a great Nicholas Sparks novel. My Stydia heart. <3 

Imagine if Stiles really loses his memory and one day Lydia starts missing him so much she can’t take it anymore. So she goes somewhere like his bedroom or the sheriff station and just sits there, a blank expression on her face, about to cry. Stiles finds her like this and his instinct guides him. He comes closer, a worried expression on his face, and asks her what’s wrong. He knows that girl is called Lydia and that they used to be friends, not much more than that, but seeing her like this moves something inside of him still. She just looks up at him and he’s so close yet not really him and she hates being this vulnerable but she can’t really help it. “I know that what I’m about to ask won’t make any sense, but- could you… Could you just hug me?” Because he used to hug her when she was upset, right? He held her when Aiden died, and when they thought Meredith was dead too and now he is gone and she is about to break down. Stiles frowns, his eyes softens. He doesn’t quite know what to do. His head is telling him that he doesn’t know her and that it would be weird… But his instinct… his heart is telling him something completely different, that it’s not weird at all, indeed it’s the only right thing to do, something he can’t really ignore. So he doesn’t. He makes a tender half smile and nods slightly. He doesn’t know this girl, but if there’s something he knows for sure is that he has to be there for her. He can’t understand why, but that’s just the way it is. Lydia stands up and he circles her tiny figure with his arms, as she slides her hands inside his flannel and leans her head on his chest. She manages to calm down listening to the warm sound of his heart beat. He’s still there. He’s not gone like Jackson or Allison or Aiden, he’s just… not himself, and they have dealt with something like this before, when the Nogitsune took over. He’s still in there, and she’s gonna save him just like he had saved her. Because that’s what they do, that’s how much they love each other.

You are welcome

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Vegan Chocolate Fudge Popsicles

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Pink Balloons Saturate French Courtyard to Create a Pink Haze

At this year’s Lively Architecture Festival in Montpellier, France, designers Margaux Rodot, Mickaël Martin and Benoit Tastet displayed their colorful, youthful and engaging urban installation, called Un Dixieme Printemps (The Tenth Spring) to the public. Named the jury’s winner, Un Dixieme Printemps was set in the Hotel de Griffy’s exquisite courtyard for display. The installation’s interaction with the existing romantic architecture created a whimsical and beautiful dreamscape. Filled with hundreds of pink and white balloons, which were released from nets, the entire space was saturated with a pink haze, which offered happiness and relaxation.

Aside from offering an aesthetically pleasing performance, the piece’s purpose also offers conceptual beauty. It was created as an ode to Japanese culture and aesthetic by the ephemeral beauty of cherry blossoms. Thus, by choosing a pink balloon,  which is recognized as a fleeting object, it also resembles the cherry blossom’s physicality and livelihood. It symbolizes the delicate balance between transition and the passing of time. 

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So about a month ago I saw this wonderful photo project done by an OITNB fan, and was totally inspired to do one for OUAT! While I admit, most of the pictures I did were Captain Swan ones, there are a few in the entire photoset that are more general scenes! But if you’re a CS fan; this is more for you ;) These few photos are just a taste of the project, and the rest can be found at my Flickr. Next time I’m in Steveston I may do more, as this was really fun (although difficult at times) to do!

Special thanks firstly to the worker that let us into the “restricted” area for a quick minute to get the Hook one, and secondly to my helpers hookedemma, oncepromised, and katmtan!! 

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do you ever get mad at yourself because youre not even good at the things you thought you were good at

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Successful confrontation usually changes both people, not just one.

John C. Maxwell (via itsjamesyall)

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