I have a lot of things to be sorry for. Being overly jealous, it was a problem I always had. So stupid. You’d think after so many years I’d be over it. We were doing so well, and I blew it. I’m such an idiot. Didn’t I learn anything after all these years of being by myself? I want to say I was worse before, I want to say that I’m better now. But what...
Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies...– (via andrewbreitel)
Either love me passionately. Madly....
diegowasfocused: or not at all.
One day I will understand.
minseoksbutt: ahomoboyslife: omg i was sitting next to some guy today, and he turns to an asian girl to his right and says “were you affected by the radiation in japan?” and then it got really quiet then after a minute he added “because you are just glowing” Using this now
vanillish: odair: insanity-is-limitless: people who are funny without being rude are my favorite kinds of people you deleted my url from the text post…looks like i’ts time for a death match i guess you can say….insanity is limitless In W Philadelphia born n raised
Normal people: crying cause I really miss you.
Ed Sheeran: I don't get waves of missing you anymore, they're more like tsunami tides in my eyes
Normal people: you're making me blush!
Ed Sheeran: tell her that she turns my cheeks the color of my hair
Normal people: we're spooning
Ed Sheeran: we're resembling cutlery
Normal people: my life is falling apart
Ed Sheeran: her face seems slowly sinking, wasting, crumbling like pastries
Normal people: marry me?
Ed Sheeran: see, I could do without a tan on my left hand where my fourth finger meets my knuckle
Tumblr boys: “Girls don’t need make up. Natural beauty is the best"
Me: Alright, boy. Tell me that when you’re done re-blogging all those @fuckyeahhsexyasians girls.
janicefabunan: I really want to go shopping. Even if just at a thrift store. :( Got 20 dollas in my pocket
A Black man kills, he's a menace to society. A...
feminishblog: Lest anyone forget… :-/
I just need time to myself, no one else.
Why do I feel this way?
It’s weird actually, every time I look at my guitar, a part of me dies. I guess if I want to be alive I again, I should start playing again. If I have any followers left. What should I play (I’ll log on to see if anyone actually leaves a comment[please do/n’t])?
Who am I?
I’ve lost myself. It’s like a whole series where I lose myself, find myself, lose myself, find something else, lose it, lose myself (even though I’ve already lost myself), find myself again, lose it again, lose my family, friends, find myself in the midst of it all. Just to lose myself again. I’ve lost count. What’s going on? Was I always a boring data...