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My name is Hannah and I was born twenty-two years ago. I live in a country with more than 7,000 islands. Unfortunately, we do not have snow. I am trying to finish a degree in Clinical Psychology while working part-time in a BPO somewhere in Makati. Children are the apple of my eyes. If you see me listening to music, I'm probably listening to Jason Mraz. Philippine Literature and Historical fiction interests me. Cute things bring out my girly self. ISFP.
Posts tagged "love"
It’s strange to think of our marriage being portrayed as a remarkable love story, when, for us, we just did what we said we would do - we kept our vows.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
Andre Breton (via part-timemessiah)

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Museum of Broken Relationships

The most exciting addition to the Croatian capital’s cultural scene offers something different, and is a break with tradition. It is a collection of items that everyone can actually identify with. They are housed in the Museum of Broken Relationships, whose entire collection is made up of objects remaining in the wake of failed relationships, or in some cases, after death.

If they were just showcasing old boots, airsickness bags and fluffy toys then the collection would amount to nothing more than meaningless bric-a-brac. But the sometimes heart-rending tales or even just simple sentences accompanying each item bring it all to life. For example, alongside a French identity card a Slovene has written: “The only thing left of a great love was citizenship.” One woman, who gave an axe, recounts how she used it to chop her girlfriend’s furniture into tiny pieces when she left her. The ex collected the remains and “the axe was promoted to a therapy instrument.”

From Switzerland someone has donated an unopened packet containing a candy G-string. “He turned out to be as cheap and shabby as his presents.” Among the most moving of all the items, inevitably, are some related to the bloody collapse of Yugoslavia. One is a love letter written by a boy to a girl he met in a convoy of vehicles while being evacuated from Sarajevo under siege in 1992. He never got to give it to her but he never forgot her either. Another is a prosthetic foot given by a man who lost his own one during the Croatian war. He fell in love with the social worker who helped him obtain certain things he needed but comments, “the prosthesis endured longer than our love. It was made of sturdier material!” - Art of Remembering: That was then | The Economist

Please tell me that I’m not the only single person who isn’t afraid of Valentine’s Day. Love doesn’t stop at romance. A person who doesn’t know any other kind of love other than romantic love must be a very sad person.

Love gets so sexualized in our world. We start to feel like there is no love outside of romantic love. There are lots of wonderful love stories that have nothing to do with sex or romance, and I guess I wanted to write one of those.
John Green (on writing Will Grayson, Will Grayson with David Levithan)

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The greatest thing about forgiveness is it will allow you to love again. It will allow you to love and be loved. And believe me, it’s worth it. Forgiveness is tough, for sure, but love is infinitely more valuable than the pain that forgiveness costs.

Donald Miller (via katweenah)

I love you.

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I really want to believe in love again.

I spent some time with my ninong (godfather/godparent) and his family today. Unlike most Filipinos, I am actually close with this ninong. He’s not just a ‘Christmas ninong’ — I actually consider him as my second dad. My family had dinner with him, his wife, and his cute eight-year old son that I treat like a younger brother. Last week, I told them how stressed I was with college and work. They called me around lunch time and told me that they wanted to have dinner with me and my family. Although I was dead tired, I still went to see them and we spent several hours talking with each other. I also made paper boats for Jam (their son). It sucks because I used to know a lot of origami art, but now all I can do are silly little boats. I also taught him ‘twenty peso bill tricks’: finding the ghost, making Quezon smile and frown, and transforming Quezon into Batista. Lol. In the end he went around and showed the tricks to the waiters in the restaurant. He also taught me pick up lines haha. That cute little boy. I wish I could take him home.

It’s Friday night. I can finally sleep as much as I want to. Good night Tumblr.