Feelings that come back are feelings that never went away
Admit it, everything is awesome but this is the best part of the event :)) This is something only Apple could do ! U2 is not only legend of music but also marketing genious !lol
Cách bảo vệ răng miệng tốt nhất chính là không thò mồm vào chuyện của người khác
Everything will be daijoubu
May I just get out of this city and dash my ass back to my dear country land at which has my mom ,my dad, my siblings and my fucking bitches hommies niggas ?
If I say I’m totally fine in a faggy way, I do mean it. I hang myself up with naps and get high with my own bullshit everyday but life is still better when having them around. Everyday, once I go out, i try wandering through as many strange places as I can, get lost then figure it out by my doltish mind, imagine if my best friend were there. I don’t feel lonely to be alone. In fact, I like that feeling. But to have your bff near your side and he would suddenly appeared in front of your door with something or you could whenever ask him to take you out for eating and going out, are different feeling of joy.
This late night, seeing my house mate packing up for his flight back to home town tomorrow, I feel salty. Of course I could come back to my home town this summer, but I denied that flavor. This is my first summer being in an other country but not my home-land, I choose to travel. Now I feel jealous to my friend who is about to going back home. kkkkk, this is damn me !!
I have been here for 4 months and I cant remember the last time I truly did unbosom my innermost feelings to someone but not Tumblr was when. Wow, where to start, there is so much happening here. Everyday is an adventure. Change is an elementary sure thing you must admit.
He says he misses when he could see the sparkle in my eyes while I was talking but not the sorrow and emotionless eyes of me recently. He is my secret, the only one can see my freaking shitty inner character and in time pulls me out of that traumatic phenomenon. After a long - tired period of time, I eventually found that feeling called “elated” again. That makes me typed with no punctuation because I want to write sentences so long that he would run out of breath reading them and suffocate. He says he misses me too, but I should have adjusted my focus, and
"I’m always with you"
Homos, what do you want from me?
"Năm, Mười, Mười lăm, Hai mươi
Kiếm nơi nào trốn loài người đi em”
Những buổi chiều tháng 8, nằm dài bên hiên nhà, nghe tiếng quạt rần rì buồn bã, chân gác lên nhau, nhớ về những ngày tháng trước đây, những ngày tháng gần đây. Và những “sau này”.
" Anh biết đấy, em chưa bao giờ muốn cô đơn."
Ở bệ cửa sổ xanh rì mùa hạ, hi vọng nảy mầm tanh tách, giòn tan.
Rằng những thứ đẹp đẽ thì luôn tan biến rất nhanh.