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funkylove:

(via thegreengigabyte)

Concur to the second part!

funkylove:

thegreengigabyte:

(via lalalapot)

Want.

Same here!

"1 cross + 3 nails = 4 given"

geexballn:

via @timmayboy’s twitter, teehee (:

SO CUTE ^___^

kasurin:

somethingintellectual:

R.I.P Brittany Murphy :’(

i loved her in uptown girls. rip.

^__^

I want to be reunited with my sandals -____-

poeticheartache:

52hearts:

(via lucy rose)

Why must we keep on expressing ourselves in such vulgar language?

Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too - even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling. Tuesdays with Morrie (via littlemiss) (via poeticheartache)

So much for staying up late, and waking up late tomorrow so the day will be shorter. I’m so tired.

Nobody wants to admit this, but bad things will keep on happening. Maybe that’s because it’s all a chain, and a long time ago someone did the first bad thing and that led someone else to do another bad thing, and so on. You know, like that game where you whisper a sentence into someone’s ear, and that person whispers it to someone else, and it comes out wrong in the end. But then again, maybe bad things happen because it’s the only way we can keep remembering what good is suppose to feel like.
 Jodi Picoult (Nineteen Minutes) (via eletheowl)

Advice? I don’t have advice. Stop aspiring and start writing. If you’re writing, you’re a writer. Write like you’re a goddamn death row inmate and the governor is out of the country and there’s no chance for a pardon. Write like you’re clinging to the edge of a cliff, white knuckles, on your last breath, and you’ve got just one last thing to say, like you’re a bird flying over us and you can see everything, and please, for God’s sake, tell us something that will save us from ourselves. Take a deep breath and tell us your deepest, darkest secret, so we can wipe our brow and know that we’re not alone. Write like you have a message from the king. Or don’t. Who knows, maybe you’re one of the lucky ones who doesn’t have to. Unknown

For all sad words of toungue & pen, the saddest are those "that might have been."

(via poeticheartache)

It was about a year ago, pupu’s at PF Changs City Lights Dinner at Pearl Ridge and a little window shopping 8) good times <3