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A few years ago I swore to never smoke or drink. Now I met you and lost you and my fingertips smell like cigars, my lips taste like vodka.
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09-06
It was a wasted wednesday. I really don't know but I suddenly felt the urge of alcohol. Ditched my only class. Had several drinks. Played beer pong (and won). Bonded with acquaintances-turned-friends. Met new people. Smewkd. 👀 Talked with the ex. But talking turned into screaming (yeah crap that's how it usually goes, so what's new) This is not how my ave day goes, really faaaar from it. No regrets. I really love the feels that spontaneous adventures give me.
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“If you said you missed me,” she says, “and I told you I missed you too, do you think we could do it over?” “We could relearn each other’s names and I could tell you about my childhood. You could get bored of my stories all over again and I could get mad like I always used to.” “And I’m not saying we’d work.” She murmurs, “I know that we probably won’t.” “But logic doesn’t mean I don’t miss you,” she says. “And right now I don’t give a damn about what logic has to say. Just tell me you miss me and I swear I’ll come running. Tell me you miss me and we can fall all over again.”
S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #124 (via blossomfully)
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Sobrang saya ko na Dean's Lister ako nung first sem. Grabe. ☺️ Thank You forever Lord!!!!
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reaching out
I have given so much to things that were not worth my time. When all along, it's the people I love that I should have carried. It's the ones I care for whom I should have been responsible. But maybe I'm too late. Because I don't know how to talk to you. I don't know how to ask if you're okay. I don't know how to tell you I am so afraid of losing you. How much light would leave my life if you were no longer part of it. I just hope you realize how much you mean to me. I wish I could remind you of how beautiful you are. I'm sorry I haven't told you in so long. But please don't think I have given up on you. My arms are wide open. There is always a place for you here.
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