July 2012
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June 2012
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To be forgiving, to be fearless and to feel.
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Gonna be babysitting the whole day, weo. On such a nice day too ! How exciting:) no sarcasm.
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“You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot...”
– Johnny Depp (via dddavidle)
Finding an old iPod, or hearing an old
song and having memories rush back to you.
My emotions don’t let me stay mad at you.
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mahalkitax3:
Common, Simple, Beautiful.
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Payphone - Girl Cover
amazing.
Listen
mahalkitax3:
Forever Endeavor | Ryan Bandong...
We all have that one person, one passion, or one place that keeps your motivation alive. Writing has been what’s keeping me sane in a world that is trying to consume every piece of you.
Becoming just the exchange of smiles when our paths intertwined.
And the good friends we promised to always be, ended before we knew it.
And just like that grade eleven has come to an end. It feels as if just yesterday, I wandered the halls as an eighth grader, afraid of being late to my classes. Friends and more became nothing but strangers. Time passes way too fast. I’ve got to cherish the moment and not hold back, whilst focusing on my academics as well. But not too much longer we will all go our separate ways.
Take risks. Let things go. Be carefree. Be fearless.
Sometimes we only allow our minds to feed off on old memories that we don’t let beautiful happenings occur.
Haven’t had the inspiration to write lately. We all have those unmotivated, unproductive days but for me, I absolutely despise each and every minute I waste. Watching time fall like sand through the clench of my fist. We don’t know how many minutes are left before there are none left. This is why I hate the days I cannot be the over-thinking, nostalgic person that I am.
Fearlessness.
Live for the moment, not by the past.
ka-chingg:
I hate social climbers.
I’m thrilled to wake up at 6 am tomorrow, no sarcasm.
I really pity you. Actually, it amazes me how you don’t see the bigger picture. Instead, you’re consumed by your own hatred. I wonder how you live with thoughts like those, slowly eating away your conscience. Swallowing what could have been a beautiful soul.
