January 2012
159 posts
I'm scared of getting officially taken.
phaibooty:
Because of one main reason, effort. Somebody eventually stops trying as hard as the other. Someone thinks “Oh, I already have them. They’re mine, so why try as hard?”. I hate that. I’m scared of putting in so much effort, and getting none back.
Don't fall for words.
iskeetedon:
Anyone could say that they’ll treat you right and still end up breaking your heart. In terms of liking someone, let them prove their feelings for you while you do the same. Don’t rely so heavily on what they have to say but more on what they have to do. Actions speak louder than words, in all seriousness.
If I ever had a child.
I would leave one whole wall in my house completely clear. I would then paint on the top center “I will love you forever, my little artist.” And let’s say I named my kid Justin. I would buy a huge set of markers, crayons, and paint for Justin. As he grows up, I want him to draw and write whatever he wants on that wall. As Justin grows up, I want him to see the masterpiece of childhood, one that...
me: oh, i'm such a good child. i don't smoke, i don't drink and i don't do drugs. i don't sneek out to go partying. my grades are quite good. when i compare myself to those in my class..wow, i'm almost a role model. my parents must be so proud of me!
mum: WHY DON'T I EVER SEE YOU STUDY? ALL YOU DO IS SIT ON THE INTERNET! YOU SHOULD LOOK AT OTHER STUDENTS! YOU DON'T EVEN HELP ME WITH ANYTHING! NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE CARES ABOUT HOW MUCH I HAVE TO DO! NONE OF YOU HELP ME! YOU ARE ALL SO UNGRATEFUL!
We don't talk like we used to... and I miss that.
Reblog if your Mom is beautiful.
the93044: HELP. →
sl-msh-dy:
cherrbear18:
Please bring notice to my school and area Glenbard North High School in Carol Stream, IL. My best friends Sam and Alex are being bullied because they are bi. Two people named Lisa Ayala and Alex Pejic are harassing them, and it’s getting out of hand. They’ve…
hustle and floetry.: As I lay here, millions of... →
As I lay here, millions of people are running late to work, stuck in traffic, drinking coffee, barely surviving, partying, laughing, crying, mourning, sleeping, or doing nothing at all. Someone is painting. Someone is out there plotting a murder. Someone is being raped. Someone just died and a new…
I want to go through that talking stage again.
averijade:
whosaidlame:
When you’re not official yet but you know they’re yours. When you guys talk every single day, you flirt, you tell eachother how much you like eachother and you’re not afraid to show it. You guys talk until someone makes a move to make it official. I miss being “unofficially taken.”
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I have a big heart.
I fall hard. I miss hard. I believe hard. I hope hard and I love even harder but that also gives everyone the biggest chance to take advantage of that. I let people in easily, I trust too easily. My doors are wide open screaming, “welcome!” I think too highly of people and I believe in every word they say to me. I have the highest of expectations. Why? I’m still trying to figure that out.
there are so many things i want to say to you but i can’t find the words to say them to you.
I feel like no one likes talking to me anymore.
Friend: Why don't you have a boyfriend?
Me: Because I'm a hot pot of rice who don't need no side dish.
How to get over someone.
korean-fashion:
Who you think you have absolutely no chance with.
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yannuhh:
I’m not the best.
i never really thought that you of all people...
i’m sorry i came out it be something more than a friendship? I’m sorry i developed feelings for you? i’m sorry that you are so insecure that you can’t accept your feelings for me? I’m sorry that you feel the need for defending that girl, who is a psycho? just keep defending her. it’s all good. i’ll mask this pain and sadness. i’ll try and save this...
It’s okay. Just keep breaking my already broken heart.
Find Someone.
monicatrann:
Find someone who isn’t afraid to admit that they miss you. Someone who knows that you’re not perfect, but treats you as if you are. Someone who’s biggest fear is losing you. One who gives their heart completely. Someone who says I love you and means it. Last but not least, find someone who wouldn’t mind waking up with you in the morning, seeing you in wrinkles and your gray hair,...
It isn't that easy.
bradleyphan:
It’s not easy to pretend to be happy when you’re not. You’ll have to give everyone that fake smile of yours. You’ll have to go along with things so you won’t make it obvious that you’re bothered by many things. You’ll have to accept things coming at you when you don’t want to have to do with anything and so much more. It’s so much to sacrifice when you’re not feeling alright. It...
I'm used to it.
geleeeezy:
I’m used to getting my heart broken. I’m used to being the second option. I’m used to being left behind. I’m used to drifting away from people. I’m used to be ignored, and forgotten about. I’m used to not having someone feel the same way back. And you know what? It’s fine. If you do any of these things to me, it won’t really matter. You just don’t have to worry about me at all.
I'm tired of being the one trying.
i’m afraid that after a while i will really believe that you are my boyfriend.
i’ll get too emotionally attached to you.
i’ll mess it up.
If we talk a lot, I'll start liking you.
Just talking to me everyday will do so much. You’ll eventually become my daily routine. I get to learn more about you as I listen to you talk about how your day is, how you’re feeling, and how you really are. Just knowing almost every detail about you will bring me closer to you. It’ll become hard for me to not like you if I admire the person you actually are behind your appearance.
Reblog if you think gay marriage should be legal.
gillangasm:
The most notes I’ve ever seen on a tumblr post. Ever.
[CONFIRMED] South Korea admits to lacing its...
LMAAAAAAAAAOO.
“I’m a new employee who loves peace and is in charge of the saddest music in YG.”
– Tablo (via chaelinah)
When I'm cranky, do not bother me. Or else.
cloudkevin:
Thank god people can’t hear what I’m thinking.
