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January 28, 2011. So, it seems the bicycle man is already married.

It hasn’t been one year since I learned that he loved me. He loved me, I know it. I loved him, too. We loved each other, silently. Because he never told me so (or not straightforwardly, that is), but he showed it. I never told him, nor showed him. So until now, he had no idea how much I loved him. We loved each other. Loved, yes, because it is all in the past. And now there’s no “we” anymore. There was no “we” at all, in the first place. But it’s OK, because none of it matters anymore. I’m with a guy, and the bicycle man is now happy with his wife, and a baby that is almost about to be born. One thing, though: I hope one day he tells his daughter that he once loved a girl almost half his age, who didn’t love him back (because that’s what he thought), but that he still believed in love. And I hope his daughter becomes unafraid to love, not like the girl his father once loved.

January 28, 2011

I’m spending the day with my mom, because she just got here today, and I missed her, and she used to be my best friend, but my rebellious nature, my emotional moody self, or my anguish younger years would sometimes get in the way, but somehow, I’ve grown up and have matured a little. 

Surrender

I couldn’t move on with the Tumblr challenge because: 1. I got busy; 2. I kind of got lazy to continue; 3. I got back with my ex; 4. There are a lot of things I want to write about more.  

susannacole:

So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, comformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. - Christopher McCandless

(Source: theb-sideofthings)

kateoplis:

jtotheizzoe:

Mind-Melter of the Day

It turns out that if you divide 1 by 998,001 you get all three-digit numbers from 000 to 999 in order.

Except for 998.

(via Futility Closet)

Mathematics is a beautiful, beautiful thing.

Explaining that his son, when he’s angry, will tell him that Tarantino is a better director than he is, Gondry reveals: ‘He forced me to go see ‘Kill Bill Vol. 2’ and I walked out of it, just like every time I go and see a movie by Quentin, besides ‘Pulp Fiction’ – I finished that one. But all the others are too mean for me. I mean, he is a brilliant director, much more skilled than me. You see great performances, great images. Everything is great, only the message is dangerous. It’s all revenge and vengeance, about being mean and cynical. I would almost say that these movies are not made for my son, but it is exactly those movies that young people love. Even if they are too young they just sneak into it’.

moviesinframes:

Trois couleurs: Bleu (Three Colours: Blue), 1993 (dir. Krzysztof Kieślowski)

By Nightswimming

Dear all,

I’ll be continuing the Tumblr challenge when I get to where I’m about to go. If you go back to the list, Day 5 is about a past relationship, so I’ll tell you about my ex-boyfriend. 

I’ll be travelling, perhaps it’s more than 200 miles, to the place where we met, loved each other and shared memories. Lots of cheese coming up. No, not really. LOL.

But I guess it’s better if I write about that relationship and about him there, or maybe after I go there, because places bring a lot of memories, you know. I’m not bitter about it, but I kind of miss him, too. He’s a friend now. I just want to share as much as I could to you. So maybe I can do that after the trip.

I’ll keep you posted.

Meanwhile, I’ll be missing my bicycle man. No. Actually I miss him already. It’s been a month yesterday since I last saw him. I’ll see him next year, I told him.

I’ll miss Tumblr, too. Because I’ll stay away from the Internet for a while and spend time on other things. 

In the meantime, you guys enjoy your holidays and have a merry Christmas, whatever your religion is, and Happy New Year!!!!

Love,

2046

It’s been a month since you told me you love me. :)

I wonder if you’re serious, though. But, whatever. I’ll be saving that in my memory.

certifiably-mental:

curiosityhitme:

(via awarewolves, nerviosismo)
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