Living in Paper Towns

when you’re doing your best not to get hit on your left knee and then all of a sudden this random girl comes in flying with a soccer ball, the ball hitting full-impact to your left knee and with the random flying girl’s foot paired with it?

fuckin hell

stelio-kontos:

His name is Liam Goddamn Motherfucking Neeson.

(via pwnator)

I have my V-Day kaartehans planned out already! I’m so excited!

This will be a whiny bitch rant, alright? You have been warned.

I am starting to really hate the my church, the church in my community or whatever. I always appreciated it whenever my parents could attend my games aand well, games (they’re the only competition worth watching) since I know that they have a really busy schedule. I would also include in my sentimental letters to them in retreats how much it means to me to see a friendly face whenever I feel down (i.e. games, whenever I mess up). I am a jealous kid, but oh well, people have priorities it’s just that I seem to be at the bottom of that list every single time. 

Reasons why I hate my church: (but I don’t hate Jesus and I don’t hate attending mass)

• they purposely volunteer my parents against their will in projects that are stressful
• my parents already do enough work in their offices and with the added load by the church, they come home stressed out and cranky 
• I hate it whenever they expect them to turn up at something just after they’ve landed. (I’m talking about planes here)
• being in the music ministry is enough okay
• I know God has given us countless blessings but please, take a break naman oh.
• I don’t understand why priests eat at fancy restaurants. Doesn’t their vocation or vow to God say that they should live in poverty? Priests should be the one helping out the poor, living like Jesus, who was also poor. I don’t even understand why priests are fat (They were fat during the Spanish era yes, because those priests were soul sucking gold diggers that made the indios’ (Filipinos) lives a living hell-and they were really greedy.)

One reason why I’m not asking my dad to sponsor the Graduation Ball is because I’m battling against my church here. My dad has been an avid donator of the church (money-wise) and I wouldn’t want to be all: “Oh, I  guess other people are more important than helping your own daughter” because that would be very selfish. 

All my points here contradict each other and I bet my english teacher would tell me so too. 

Oh well, oh well I still hope for the best

Game tomorrow-
Aaahh I’m gonna need all that running again. Sounds pretty corny but running actually keeps me sane.

(I’m also doing my best to be the most un-clingy girlfriend there is in this world because no one wants a clingy girlfriend. I’m also doing my best to not miss him- which is horrible, because I do miss him quite terribly. Even if it has only been a day- ohgod I am shallow)