Nikki Freaking Malvar

I have sadly realised that I cannot commit to anything.

I cannot commit to weekly television because I am too busy eating. I cannot commit to pursuing my dreams because I am still too busy eating. I cannot commit to boys because the ones who like me are too nice, and the ones I have raging boners for are invariably emotionally unavailable. I cannot commit to blogging because I am lazy, so I think posting non-committal pictures of cats will be a good start.

This is me in a nutshell. But get me out of the freaking nutshell, it is salty.

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  1. If I ever wanted to get Hayley Hoover’s attention,

    thesunandtheotherstars:

    I’d just get a picture of Diana Agron with a salad, put it on Tumblr, and put it under the “coral” tag.

    Like this??? :D
    (You know what, Hayley, I’m absolutely okay with you imaging D-Agron’s face on my body while we’re together. Such concessions I would happily make for us to be together…) 

     
     

  2. Obligatory Valentine’s Day Post

    I sent the following card to Adam. There was no hesitation on his part. #nopressureatall

     
     

  3. An explanation of things recently passed and things to come

    Three weeks ago, I kissed stability on the cheek, waved goodbye to habit, and left behind my familiar job in the heart of Sydney.

    Two weeks ago, I gripped so tightly on my lover’s hand, fingers like an unyielding noose, as he drove me to catch a plane bound 4000miles away. The air was thick with sentiment, and we held our breaths as if underwater, not wanting to breathe in the smog of emotion.

    Inevitably, things gotta give.

    We came up gasping for air eventually, and the residue of heavy hearts streamed out quickly, wet and salty, during that final embrace at the departure gate.

    Yesterday, I got on the smallest plane of my entire life from Boracay island back to big city Manila. How unpleasant to be a crouton in a tossed salad, I thought through the terrible turbulence.

    Small holiday over, and now it starts.

    The next half a year is my time of self-exploration. Crawling back to my roots and living in the homeland, jobless and a vagabond, I’ve committed to finding creativity, passion and soul.

    Let me be a fugitive from mediocrity. Let it start now.

     
     

  4. A cautionary whale

    As petulant children do, Adam and I engaged in a heated argument about Christmas presents this evening. Actually, most of the aforesaid is a lie - we’re on a drought for drama so I find it in good taste to pretend that we fight. To cut a long story short, I threatened to gift him with the ugliest things I could find. Adamant to prove that I meant business, I enlisted in photoshop’s help.

    Lo and behold, the ultimate Fishbook profile picture was born.

    This ridiculous post was brought to you by The One Who Shall Not Be Messed With.

     
     
  5. Nighttime hellos from my mother, in a long nightgown, from down the hall.

    Nighttime hellos from my mother, in a long nightgown, from down the hall.

     
     

  6. A Case of You



    You’re in my blood like holy wine. You taste so bitter & so sweet. I could drink a case of you, Darling, and I’d still be on my feet.