The problem is we take pride in being so irreparably damaged, as if that fact alone would justify how fucked up we all are. We swim in a pool of self-pity and push other people to jump in and drown with us.

Well, I’m sorry but I can’t drown with you because I took swimming lessons the summer I turned seven and I don’t mean to brag, but my coach says my front crawl is pretty awesome.

Also, I would really like to be left alone right now, thank you very much.

Random jellyfish pictures I’ve been meaning to post for a long time.

Instead of making this one of those filler posts, I’d just take this opportunity to share a couple of issues about my blog that have been bothering me lately. I’m getting pretty conscious about the things I’ve been posting here compared to when I was the only who knew about my blog, and that really saddens me. It’s not that I hate gaining followers or anything like that, but it’s just that it’s making me less spontaneous and more conscious about the things I post because I don’t want to be that annoying girl who floods your dashboards with nonsensical things. Ugh, I don’t know, this is really bothering me. So, in an effort to make my Tumbr life more personal, I decided to reduce the number of people I follow. I’m sorry to the people I unfollowed (though I highly doubt that any of you would be able to read this, haha), and to the ones I’m still following now, you guys should feel good about yourselves because it means that I value you and that the things you post actually interest me. :D

Anyway, I have no intentions of quitting Tumblr anytime soon because I realized that blogging helps me organize the thoughts are usually just floating around my head.

Buhay na karagatan?

It didn’t seem so alive to me.

In fact, Manila Ocean Park left me downcast and dispirited. Owning an aquarium is definitely out of the question for me.