undeniably ordinary
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Can you even believe that? Working so hard to be poor???? Oh, alright.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Can you even believe that? Working so hard to be poor???? Oh, alright.

We wake up everyday to correct mistakes, forgive others, ask forgiveness, make someone happy, make ourselves happy and thank God. We wake up everyday because everyday we are given another chance. 

We wake up everyday to correct mistakes, forgive others, ask forgiveness, make someone happy, make ourselves happy and thank God. We wake up everyday because everyday we are given another chance. 

WON’T AND CAN’T

Tonight I can cry you a river

but I won’t.

Tonight I can buy me a gun

and shoot myself

but I can’t.

Tonight I can run away

start all over again,

say goodbye,

live again,

but there’s you.

I won’t.

I can’t.

- Arlene May Villaflor

TUMBLR isn’t the safest place for my thoughts anymore. People are reading my posts.
Arlene May Villaflor - Philosophy of Education (To The Sky)
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Philosophy of Education. I made use of the To the Sky by Owl City. hihi. 

I’ve always dreamed of Paris. I wanna go there and witness how this city will make me fall inlove. 

I’ve always dreamed of Paris. I wanna go there and witness how this city will make me fall inlove. 

Success is ____________________________.

Success is ____________________________.

I would love to feel the wind, the sun, the feeling of being truly alive for a moment. I would love to get away on an open-windowed car and watch as the scene fades and leaves me memories. I wanna run away for a moment and leave everything behind.
Arlene May Villaflor
Do Not Read My Blog

There are things going on my mind that are too stupid, too serious, too funny, too fragile, too controversial to share. The reason why I always end up not allowing others to read this blog is because I am afraid to allow them to read a portion of my most real thoughts. I am living each day hiding my real thoughts and leaving it in the virtual borders of this blog. I was once asked by a dear friend why I always hide the purest of my thoughts and emotions. I don’t know. I don’t know why. I might have known it, but I do not know how to tell it and share it to others. Do not read my blog.