Express Yourself Novels & Stories

Hindi ko talaga maintindihan, eh! Bigla kong naalala ang 1 buwan kaming araw-araw magkasama, sabay kaming kumakain ng umagahan at tanghalian. Sabay kaming nagg-gym at nagjo-jogging minsan. Tapos parang masyado na akong expressive! Dati galit at inis kung minsan ay poker face lang ang nilalabas kong ekspresyon. Bakit nagkaroon ng ngiti, tuwa, lungkot, etc? Minsan isang please lang niya pumapayag na agad ako. Katulad kanina, hindi ako pumayag ng una na magbake kami dahil boring yun, pero isang please lang niya pumayag agad ako, etc

Promise :)* A part of me wants to say more, but I can't. Not now, at least.

I announced. They said don’t bring a knife to a gunfight Flashback to the time I saw that night Super drunk and wasted, you were crying And I didn’t know your soul was already missing I know I have to sing my heart ardently. Every word that I release must be filled with uttermost flavor of agony just like how it was worded. The expression on my face should be painted with appropriate emotion and I must evoke ‘em. And so I did. I have always dreamed of kissing your lips

I asked her. "To you," Camilla shot back. "To us, it's one of the many ways to do things you'd never expect. You know, a means, to express yourself," she placed her hand on Mariano's. I was finding it hard to keep my cool. "Without being judged for it."

He smiled mockingly and told me, "jeez!!..No Lekuu..You don't need to give this expression because I don't love you..So be relax..Okay..And Lekuu..I really tried to control myself very much but your single touch made me to lose my controllness..I want you now Lekuu.."

Alpha Vane raised an eyebrow at me briefly. “This is a surprising reaction. I mean I could see that you seemed disappointed but you didn’t show how angry you were at the meeting. Your grandma did but you acted like you were calmer.” He said and then he scoffed. “If you really did not like the decision then you should have made sure to let us know. No one stopped you from expressing yourself.” “Expressing myself?” I said and I paced around a few steps before stopping and giving him a daring finger. “I expressed myself to you all. I was bold enough to be willing to face my responsibilities and you gave me the finger without even giving me the chance.” I said angrilly.

• "You are sad, cry out an ocean. You are happy, laugh out loud and grin left to right. You are angry, break a dish or two. You are excited, shout and squeal. You are afraid, embrass the fear and stand for yourself. You are in love, let the warm and fuzzy feeling indulge into you. Be vulnerable, but don't let them step all over you. Be kind, but also let them know your worth. Being expressive is not easy, but it's also not impossible. So take it slow , once step at a time And eventually you'll be just fine."

Why wouldn't it make sense? "To be honest, I have no idea. My incapacity to express how I feel in a clear and concise manner is a barrier for me. At the very least, it is what I try to persuade myself of on a daily basis. When I am saying this, I turn my focus to Mark who is supposedly sleeping. It's probable that I won't be able to convey that information to him at this time. I begin sobbing and immediately resume my previous position of leaning forward.

“I mean . . . I got into fashion to create, to express myself, my truth. To make people feel fabulous and beautiful, to give people a lens to express themselves. Especially myself. But . . .” “But so many here are about as deep as a tea saucer?” Tobias surmises before shrugging. “Sometimes it troubles me. But you know what helps me?”

My expression was an immovable mask of ice. "I don't do something free," I said, my tone completely transactional, the same tone I used when closing multi-million dollar real estate acquisitions. "You spent the night in a billionaire's bed, and you gave me a show. Send me your account number. I'll transfer money to you for your time."