devalexwg: I have never written something fueled by hate, Never let something burn through. To ashes with the righteous anger. Like dark charcoal smeared across the floor of my thoughts. Yellowing charred crumbling lists. Of everything you wanted. Smoking embers flung around by breath of violent winds, Blackened promises shriveled like the feel of your skin. I have never written something...
I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud...– The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes)
I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into...– Haruki Murakami (Sputnik Sweetheart)
This is why I would make a horrible girlfriend. But why are you so tolerant of my cruelty? You have no idea, but I’m keeping so much more from you. Your kindness and tolerance makes me feel uneasy with guilt. I do really like you, but my heart will always beat for someone else. I don’t know the difference between what I want and what I can have. And as much as I like a good argument I...
Don’t use my inability to respond to one text as an excuse for your lack of follow through with your promises. Never would I make empty promises to see you and not at the least give an advance call if ever I can’t follow through anymore. It’s synonymous with lying to me. I feel offended and insulted. I’m not taking that shit from you anymore. My tolerance for your naivety...
They’ve promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that...– Oscar Wilde (via cannabis666sativa)
myngo: Some people look like monsters Some monsters look like people Fairy tales exist to give us comfort We make lies become truths Truths become madness Sometimes things are blurred Because we never know who the monsters are
Falling asleep on the phone with you and waking up to your voice at 5 in the morning. But really I only sleep 4 hours a day? Sounds pretty unhealthy. Oh well, I predict a good season. :3
I had a pretty touching moment with my dad today. In school I was surprised to find a text from him saying, “Look at the Piscataway Newspaper! You make me a proud Dad!”. At first I just smiled at my father’s adorableness, but I can’t even explain the feeling that overcame me while I read it. It was something close to filling up a cold cup left in the fridge with warm honey....
owlveinss: wallflower someone, usually in high school, who sees everything, knows everything, but does not say a word. they are not loners. they are introvertive, meaning they are shy and have a social disease. they cannot handle having someone pay attention to them even though they crave it as much as everyone else. wallflowers are just phased in, and faded into the backround.
I miss sleeping next to someone and waking up to them still holding you. Unconsciously fidgeting around in your sleep, but never do you take your arms and feet off of each other. It’s more comfortable having a human arm or chest to rest your head on rather than all the soft plushies on your bed. Waking up to human ugliness, but still finding it rather beautiful.
Stage 2: The Chase
ayysis: You see, if I could limit romanticism into the time frame of “getting to know each other“‘s and the nightly webcamming and the constant texting and the butterflies and innocence in the simplicity of infatuation, maybe the texture of my sentiments towards “Love” wouldn’t be so… rough; and the frailties of my relationships would’ve been nonexistent as the complexities of “Love” would’ve...
lolsaywhat-: LOL @ajumma’s expression! XDD omg. OMG O___O DO ME NAO
ayysis: And I really have no right to feel this way, considering, if anything, I was the one to bring this upon herself. But… I wish the closing agreements of our relationship had been on a basis more affectionate than seldom “check-ups.” I miss the conversations and I miss the comfort, but my longing for a re-run of those episodes of slow-dancing on sidewalks cannot physically compare to how...
ayysis: Why is it so damn attractive when a guy actively displays his manners rather than acting superior to respectfulness? Maybe I’m just a fan of courtesy, but I favor the guy with the delicate nature in terms of his “excuse me“‘s and “thank you“‘s over the fella too consumed in “masculinity” to regard politeness. Finesse.
myngo: It feels unfortunate, that life stops for nobody. It goes on and on until we no longer know how to define life. We have faces, bodies, thoughts. We make choices, achievements, mistakes. We love, kill, die. And as drastically far as anything can be, the line that separates one thing from another is so blurry and starved. At times I wish I was a no-face. No smile no frown no effort. But we...
Woke up at 4:50 today >.> And can’t go back to sleep… I’m overexcited for today’s events :33
-10 out of 33 Chapters of Apush Reviewing -Student Exploration Proposal -Chinese Project -Bought Supplies for Physic’s Bridge Project -Attempt to Start Bridge Project -Find what to wear for tomorrow O_____O;; -5 Chapters of Wuthering Heights -Finish My Set of Paragraphs for Local Annual Report (Send to Dhara) -FBLA Treasurer Resume
It’s gonna rain and thunder tomorrow -_____- and Sammie is getting sick D: Just my fucking luck. wtf. x__________x
The Ianez Compendium: "Hell" Explained by a...
notyourordinaryteen:burmesejorjiapits: The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid term. The answer by one student was so profound that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well: “Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs...
This is great ahahahahha →
fayybaybay: i like the tune :3 very fast and catchy I’m in kitty heaven O____O
The original plot of The Little Mermaid (by Hans...
piladex: The Little Mermaid and the Prince - Edmund Dulac The Little Mermaid lives in an underwater kingdom with her father the sea king; her grandmother; and her five elder sisters, each born one year apart. When a mermaid turns 15, she is allowed to swim to the surface to watch the world above, and as the sisters become old enough, one of them visits the surface every year. As each of...
myngo: If your mind had eyes, perhaps your pupils have been scraped out forming a perfectly rounded denture. If your heart had ears, perhaps they have been flooded with tinted blood causing every twitching valve to clog. If your love was here, perhaps we would have gentle breathing. But you are blind, your hearing turned deaf, and through your absence, you have become mute.
LOL So now that you got what you wanted…you’re just going to leave. Just like that. Typical shit. Fuck you bro.
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