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Hi and welcome to my page. My full names Bryan Vincent Santos Brocal (BVSB). I'm an avid gamer and an avid poet. I find it very stress relieving and also a lot of fun. I also draw time to time when ever I feel like it ^_^.
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this urn will turn you into a tree after you die
You can choose what kind of tree you want to become
Idk I just find this beautiful
just imagine cemeteries looking like this
a forest of living, changing, beautiful trees. I think a tombstone holds much more finality in death than a tree. It’s like you are living on symbolically through something greater than yourself.
this is a serious post about how much I want this. I’ll make sure my family knows.
(via jobosworld)
Slam Poetry #1
Love
What does it mean?
Is it that feeling you get inside of you when you see someone so breathtaking, so eye catching or is it that weird yucky feeling called butterflies in your stomach
That you don’t want to have but can’t help but want?
You only resist because maybe you’ll find that person too soon
Where your mind, your heart, your soul, and your body aren’t ready, just not ready… Yet
You also don’t want to find that person too fast because you know if you find them now it wouldn’t last
You’ll then go into a depressive state where you rethink if life is even worth it
Where you rethink your career, your friends, and most importantly yourself and contemplate within your own sub-conscience whether to end your life as of that moment because of that mistake
Or maybe it isn’t or maybe you’re just being a human being
We don’t love because we want to
We love because we NEED to
We all know that if we force love
It will crumble eventually even if that eventually isn’t now
Or tomorrow or a week from now or EVEN A YEAR FROM NOW
But is it really worth it not to take that risk to say
Hello, my name is…Ivan Tubeloved
And your name is?
Hopin Tubeloved
Just a few words can turn into a story
And maybe just maybe a history of a new family
Of how I met your mother
That you could be telling to your sons, your daughters
A love story that took the risk
And ended up paying off
I miss this
FOREVER REBLOG IN & OUT
(Source: thenicanjustdream, via keemberlyj)
When everything goes well don’t ever forget there will always be a surprise there to hit you in face no matter how well it’s going for you. Reality, nothing is perfect. Don’t even conceive the fact that it could last.
