Joelle Fernandez

Welcome to my Tumblr where I tumble. Meow.

I’ll just keep quiet and dance

Happy 23rd

I’m gonna finish this amazing movie on Netflix, eat a fucking cupcake, and go to bed with no alarm set for the morning.

I need more alone time

If I had a dance studio, I’d take care of it better than my own house. I’d give it a thorough clean every 2 days. Heck, maybe I’d just sleep there.

Don’t forget to leave some love for yourself too

How I know I’m somewhat becoming more mature…

I was faced with this question of the day:

To go out to the club tonight with friends, dance, relax, and drink
(which is something I haven’t done in a while in addition to getting dolled up for something) 

or

Stay home, study for my exam tomorrow morning, do my laundry, go to the gym, and get a good night’s rest.

In other circumstances, I usually made option 1 work. Thus, sacrificing sleep, grades, and productivity. 

However, I feel like I’m coming to a point in my life where I need to make smarter decisions.

Making smarter decisions doesn’t mean I still can’t have fun- it just means knowing what your priorities are in that moment. 

So I chose option 2! I just made plans with even closer (better) company for tomorrow instead ^.^

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Why do people have to die for us to realize their effects on us and for us to truly appreciate them?

What is home?

Is it a place? Is it a person? Is it an item?

As a child, I used to think it was my house, but then we moved.

As a teenager, I used to think it was Cebu City, Philippines, but then when I re-visited it again after several years I was indubitably proved wrong.

More recently, I used to think it was in a person, but I lost that too. 

What is home?
Can you lose it?
Is it possible not to have one?

From what I’ve gathered from the last 22 years of life, I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s not just a place to lay your head or go to bed. 

I think it’s way more than that.

For me, 

I think home is where you’re safe-
safe from judgment, error, and miscommunication.

I think it’s where you can really let it all hang out- 
raw and un-edited.

I think I’ve figured out what home is to me…

Home is in my journal I carry around with me
or better yet
home is in my writing.

Boy, have I been homesick. 

Welcome home Joelle <3

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