For some reason, I want to be like Jace Wayland; but not physically.

When you feel the sneeze coming on but it turns into a massive yawn instead. Does it counts as a bipolar disorder? Or nah?

I am not the kind of being who shares too personal probs with others. Sharing sad shts is pathetic, I think. And if that makes you feel like I’m distant then I’m sorry. You don’t have to tell me how vile, I already now that I am.

May mga tao talaga na matatawanan mo na lang at masasabihan pa ng “Ge, push mo yan!” At tatawa ka ulit. O ako lang ang ganon?

There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.

-(via cityandcolourblind)

Aeronautics (haha hanggang ngayon 😂)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via heeeymich)



Effin how?!?!

(Source: woefulgirl, via loveequalsfood)

😆

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Sup with my ey… it’s only bc of the light and filter, I promise 😆

Sup with my ey… it’s only bc of the light and filter, I promise 😆

(via simpleprimrose)

I can’t finish the dare. I couldn’t stop laughing but I’m trying. Apatan na lang sana gagagaga

Just dropping by~

Just dropping by~

I hate feeling this every time I finish a book. But it’s not that bad of a feeling. It’s a good and bad feeling. It’s… Ugh nevermind.

I hate feeling this every time I finish a book. But it’s not that bad of a feeling. It’s a good and bad feeling. It’s… Ugh nevermind.

(Source: fantasyswift, via leighmebetheone)

But noooo, I’m just laying here waiting for a got dang miracle that I ain’t even sure of.

But noooo, I’m just laying here waiting for a got dang miracle that I ain’t even sure of.

(via williruntoyou)

I don’t know. I just feel stuck, like I’m afraid to take any steps in case they’re the wrong ones.

-Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me (via pogilord)

(Source: larmoyante, via pogilord)




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