February 2012
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weeeenhi:
I want you to be happy, but I want to be the reason why.
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me: *sneezes*
class:
Some other bitch: *sneezes*
class: Oh bless your soul my child are you alright
I’m like a vampire. I have this fetish for necks.
And if you kiss my neck, there’s a 99.99% chance we might fuck.
and that .01% is me brushing you off because I might not like you like that l0l
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My blog has become so korean based.
omfg.
I look into the reflection, and I’m not pleased with what I see. A tainted figure, a contaminated essence that reverberates through out the atmosphere — a distorted reflection at it’s utmost potential, within my own eyes.
I may be an imperfect being, and I do realize that no one lives without flaw;
It’s just that I wish I could be pleased with who and what I am.
Maturity is based on experience, not how old your birth certificate is.
Rihanna: I know you almost murdered me but I'm going to feature you in my new song k
Chris Brown: ok
It’s unfair — giving your “all” to someone.
Because once you’ve given your “all” to someone, and they decide to throw it all way..
There isn’t much to give to the next person that might want my heart.
I’m tired of sweet nothings, broken truths, unfinished promises, and to put it simply; abandonment. Days have passed by and I can’t find one reason to by content with myself, or those that I perceive as trustworthy.
I’m hesitant of everyone’s motives, and I question everyone’s intentions. Discretion, this front is only being placed as a precaution for deception.
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Don’t go “chasing” after someone who isn’t even worth the run.
Don’t waste your time on someone who isn’t even worth the second.
Don’t care about someone who isn’t even worth the effort.
Happiness can be found in the little things that...
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Let me know if I’m wasting my time.
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If the circumstances were different, could we be different too?
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forgotten soul.
danwin:
I fade into the shadows of evanescence, and I can see myself turning into nothing more than a figure of the past within your mind. It penetrates my heart, and I can feel the atrophy of mind.
You have been embedded onto my heart, much like the ink that scripts these pages upon my written sheets of sweet nothings. I can reiterate the words once written for you, and it wouldn’t mean...
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