First things I notice on another person…
I would say a lot, since I try to notice things more than a normal person could. But when I see another person, the first thing I’d look upon is the eyes. Not that I try to check if they’re cute… I do that because you can see a lot of things through the eyes. For one, you can foresee their interests just by looking at what they’re eying on, or whether they can maintain eye contact when you tell them stories or when you smile at them.
Also, I can easily sense whether a person is worthy of my trust just when I look straight into their eyes. I’m that good of a psychic.
Oh, hello anon. I wonder what made you ask this one. If I offended you at some point in time, then please forgive me, I make mistakes most of the time even without me noticing it. And please, me being super-duper sinful doesn’t have anything to do with my religion. I mean, yes, I do sin a lot, but at the end of the day I always leave them up to God to decide about it. I don’t want to flaunt about my faith since I don’t want to sound self-righteous, but I know I am in a good position.
Now, now. You might tell me that what you see is the exact different of what I am saying. There really must be a high standard that when people say you are a Born Again Christian, then you are striving to be holy and Christ-like. I know I fail at this big time, but I also know that God looks at the heart, and not at the skin. What you see may be deceiving most of the time, but don’t get me wrong, it is not my mission to deceive people.
If this is your way of judging me, I don’t really mind it. It’s what you see; it’s what you hear. If you know me personally that you’ve seen enough evil in me, then I guess you could be right somehow, but I am telling you, anything you see or hear from me is superficial. I can confidently say that what I show people isn’t even half of who I truly am. Even here in tumblr, what you read isn’t always me speaking about myself. But I truly apologize if ever I have hurt you before.
Now, if you don’t know me that much, then I’d like to be your friend. You can dig dipper into me and know me better, if you’d like. I am most of the time seen by a lot of people as mean and rude and anti-social, but I am truly a sweet, caring and friendly person.
Oh, one more thing…
We can talk it out if I have done something bad and you want revenge. I’d gladly take it if it will make you feel better.
What my name means?
My full name, Jose Gabriel Noveno… hmm.
I really don’t know, and I wouldn’t bother looking it up. But I do know where they came from. Jose is a Spanish variation of Joseph, I assume. Both my first names are inspired by Biblical characters, Joseph the Dreamer (or Joseph the father of Jesus) and Gabriel, the Messenger angel. How cool is that? Haha. Noveno, when you look into its etymology, I think it’s a variation os novena, or 9 prayers… that or it has something to do with the number 9, as in November.
Survey the heavens, and open them wide…
Through the shining of all the stars of heaven,
Make thyself known unto me
I am one with dominion over the stars…
Release thy aspect, a malevolent gate
O eighty-eight signs…
—Daniell Koepke (via anditslove)
You are but a distant memory — a faint scent I cannot remember. But then, I knew you were smiling gently, even when I hurt you; even when I shackled you on that blissful night.
You loved me more than anyone…
…gazed at me more than anyone
And even through this distance, I always think of you like you never changed. I will never forget the warmth of the gentle hands that touched me.
Your presence still lingers. And though I can see you from afar, my voice doesn’t have the courage to once more leave my mouth and be heard. I have always remained silent.
And through my eyes, I know you can read my thoughts…
…but you never looked back to me, ever again
I can never return what we have lost. But your soft, gentle voice gives me the strength to look forward. I wanted you to watch over me, but the distant memory of your face is enough to keep my heart beating as I dream of becoming stronger, and stronger each day.
And through the cycle of the seasons; through the cycle of the stars, I shall treasure in my heart, everything that was left of your gentle smile. And though my memories of you fade into sepia, I know you believed in me more than anyone.
You are just a distant memory…
…a faint scent…
…but I know you were smiling gently.