Today I Learned
Today, I learned that my late grandfather, the man who introduced me to Star Wars as a kid, was a huge Carl Sagan fan. I might not be 6-feet tall like he was, but I’m glad we have that in common.
I’m currently reading one of his favorite books; The Discoverers by Daniel J. Boorstin.
2:23 am • 27 March 2014 • 1 note
What Regret Looks Like After A Year
"That five-minute cab ride at 2AM. To the Korean restaurant when we were high as kites on the 20th of April. That was it, wasn’t it? That was our moment.
"Or at least, what should have been."
12:52 am • 21 February 2014
30 January 2014
"Of all the words of mice and men, the saddest are ‘it might have been.’" - Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
I spent 15 hours on the boat with him. It was.
I was a writer once and still could be. But I’m always so afraid of not being one. And so I am not.
I could’ve held his hand. Or rested my head on his shoulder a bit longer. Maybe I could’ve just told him or asked him. But I didn’t.
So we are not. But might have been.
Kurt Vonnegut said that when writing a story, always make the main character want something even if it’s just a glass of water.
That’s me. Always wanting - but never quite having.
It’s simple. I know it is. I just have to a bit braver. A little more Gryffindor and a little less Ravenclaw.
When I was in Cebu, I didn’t have a pen or a notebook. So I ripped a page out of my brother’s Cattleya and borrowed a pencil.
For about two weeks, I was a writer. Because I didn’t have paper and because I spent 15 hours on a metal box floating in the ocean with a boy who couldn’t touch me. Because he didn’t want to, or because I wouldn’t let him.
So we weren’t. But we might have been.
I can turn him into literature; something “incredibly beautiful” as one stranger put it. But I couldn’t hold his hand. Maybe because I didn’t want to leave a scratch on him. (But really, because I didn’t want to leave a scratch on me.)
9:01 pm • 30 January 2014 • 8 notes
Sometimes a bad memory will cross my mind. Something stupid and embarrassing that I’ve done in the past. It drives me crazy and I think about it for hours. Forgiving yourself is so difficult.
2:35 am • 4 August 2013 • 7 notes
I wonder how many of us are waiting for a call right now. And I wonder how many phones will actually ring. When you pick up to answer, will it be the right voice on the other end of the line?
11:40 pm • 1 June 2013 • 1 note
When I’m with you”
3:55 am • 6 April 2013 • 4 notes
On April Fool’s Day, amidst of all the jokes and pranks, here is something I guarantee is an absolute truth:
I miss you, still.
10:23 pm • 1 April 2013 • 15 notes
My niece Abbey, hanging out in the studio and painting whimsically with me on top of an old painting, to finish it up.
9:00 pm • 31 March 2013 • 3,979 notes