February 2012
January 2012
Holy fuck January,
Get the fuck out of here already, damn.
AHHHHHH.
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Ayeeee.
Waiting in the supply closet at work waiting to bust this guy whose tryna steal.
Hello followers. :) you’re beautiful and I hope you have a wonderful day.
“KUNG TAYO TALAGA ANG NILAAN PARA SA ISA’T ISA TAYO TALAGA, PERO KUNG HINDI NAMAN...”
– Bob Ong (via rated-kei
)
LOL.
It's so hard
to face the fact that you no longer want me the way you used to. The glint in your eyes no longer exist when we look at each other and the tone in your voice no longer switches, for it stays constant and steady. There is no more excitement between us and the phone rings went from 1 to 5, and sometimes it’s the voicemail that greets me instead. There are no more butterflies for it has turned...
Please need me.
WatchAH.HAHAA.HA.HA. AHA.
Ugh
looooove meeeee.
“Do whatever you have to do. Beg, plead, cry, get down on bended knee. ’Cause I’m...”
– Hank Moody (via thecoolofnight
)
I can't get over you.
I’m trying so hard to hurl myself over this invisible metaphorical “hump” I’ve created all to myself. While you’re living your life, and doing whats good for you. I find myself doodling your name all over the place, driving to no where, and some how some way still smelling you all over my clothes. This isn’t good for me. I mean, I’ve become good at...
I wanna,
Share banana splits with you. Cut you off in the middle of your sentences with a kiss. Walk already half way home, sprint back just to tell you I miss you. Take 40 minutes to hang up. Ask you if I left my jacket at your place. Fold your clothes. Wipe the ketchup from the side of your mouth. Tell you I’m breaking up with you just have you give me the pouty face. Buy you roses for being great....
