December 2009
FUCK YOU, 2009! GDBYE!
(via fetchie)
so harsh.
Asia!
Happy New Year! :D
I get to go to mah baybayy's house tomorrow...
Just so you know
i was there and i read it,
Bitch.
Im craving pasta!
I do not want just a piece of you and a piece of...
(via runawaytrain)
6:54 am
pulling an all-nighter. Its almost 7 so posting will be briefly suspended soon. Bye for now tumblr :)
Guys are assholes. If you argue with him, you’re hard-headed. If you’re quiet, you don’t care. If you call him, you’re too clingy crazy. If he calls you, he says you should be happy. If you don’t love him, he’ll try to win you. When you do love him, he leaves. If you don’t fuck him, you’re a tease. If you do, you’re easy. You tell him your problems, he says you’re irritating. If you don’t, he says...
Lame Quiz
1.What’s your favourite colour? it changes frequently, i can’t make up my mind 2. Who is the most important to you? Family and my baybayy 3. How often do you think of committing suicide? never 4. Ever wish you can be born in a different country? Nahh 5. Do you believe in seeing a rainbow after the rain? Literal meaning? then yes cause i’ve seen rainbows after rain. 6. What is...
Its kinda therapeutic.
I need new
MOCCASINS :(
Two's
Two Names You Go By 1. Andre 2. Dre
Two Parts of Your Heritage 1. Filipino 2. Thats it Two things that scare you 1. The dark 2. Scary stories Two of Your Everyday Essentials 1. Internet 2. A bed Two Things You Are Wearing...
fuckyeahhlove:
Secretly, I love it when you trail your fingertips across my bare skin. I love the fact how it is the same delicate touch that you apply against porcelain keys to create that beautiful melody; the same calloused fingertips that grasps the worn-out surface of a basketball; and the same warm squeeze that embraces the crevices between my fingers. I remember the time you told me that...
We’ve been through so much together. And despite how confused I’ve been or lost...
– One Tree Hill (via runawaytrain)
"Often, the wisest man in the room is the one...
-Rev Run
True That
“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And...
Ironic as it is,
but the only constant in the world
is change