My name's Lawrence Atanacio. Born in the Philippines, raised in Hawaii (Kapolei) and Southern Cali (Harbor City). I like to find ways to better myself in any aspect on the daily. I believe in reasoning life with questions; not 'why', but 'why not?'. Blah blah blah, i'm your very typical kid. But if you wanna get to know me, ask me questions, anonymous or not and i'll most likely answer.
I made this tumblr to express myself, whether in the form of rants, quotes, music or videos. These are my thoughts and opinions and i won't get butt-hurt if you disagree. Just watch it, read it, listen to it, and like/reblog. Cause everything on this is something I think, I've experienced, or want to. check my tags; Lessons, quotes, and music.
I was too afraid to approach you. First words always seem to be the hardest. I wish i could use shazaam on your beautiful voice, just so I could know the name of the artist. I want to tell you that you’re beautiful but, I’m afraid you won’t believe me. Cause the society raised women into objects that’s probably why strip clubs and museums have the same rules But those rules are like tools to structure your mind to believe that “beauty” is an impossible concept. But the cons that you accept is you ignore the pros. Feeling exposed because you supposed foes are the ones you have to impress. Undress to redress, hoping no one would witness your starburst pack of insecurities. Unwrapping each burst of hope, only to swallow them, because they don’t except compliments knowing you want to be treated like a charity. All of your uncertainties lead to your reflection being the one to blame And looking in the mirror, just like a sneeze that never came. But beauty is relative when the defined lines are entangled. The way a rat will look at a bat like it had the wings of an angel. And i know you despise your flaws but, I wish I could expose your imperfections. Perfectly perfect is our connection when our connection could be displayed by our intertwining of our legs. Like the hair of Rapunzel, we could be mysteriously entangled beside your bed. I was just hoping i can be a mule for your food for thought. Because I hope that it’s reciprocated when I say that I’ve been thinking about you a lot, To be quite frank, ocean waves crashing into the empty chambers of my heart, And so the tide begins receding every moment that we’re apart And when the only sign of what used to be is the still, wet sand. Every word I speak is just to get you to understand, that I wish you could be mine. But even after all this, you remain in this chinese finger trap of a relationship. Because every time you get together with him you always seem to drift farther apart from being well equipped with a man that actually deserves you. And I don’t mean to sound cocky, but my GPA is higher than the amount times he said he loves you, Does that not shock you? But if I had to put it into numbers, if, words aren’t enough for an explanation, I wish I could fall in love with you so many times that I’d have to put it into scientific notation. So do I love you because you’re beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you? All I ask is one chance so, I could be the one to show you.