The whole time I was reading Perks of Being a Wallflower I imagined Charlie as Logan Lerman and Sam as Emma Watson (just like they say it will be in the adaptation), so it kind of ruined part of the experience for me. Which was sad because it was a good book. Dammit.

We will flush our memories of each other into oblivion and never speak of it. When we meet each other in the streets again the love you felt will only be a distant memory with no tug in the heart. We will say hello to each other, you thinking, “I once loved you, but not anymore,” because everybody moves on eventually.

Some people say you’ve changed. But what if you’ve changed into the person that you really are, and what you were before was just a facade, an acting? What if you were just pretending all along, and now you’re just tired and want to be real? But they tell you they prefer the “old” you, because that’s how they know you by. They prefer the “old” you because that’s who they are more comfortable with. Isn’t that a bit selfish, for them to deny you your freedom to just be you? Aren’t they happy that you’re finally trying to be what you really are? When people say you’ve changed, they don’t stop and think that maybe you’re just finally coming out of your shell.

sadlifeissad:

spontaaa-land:

twothumbsuppp:

-toxicvalentine:

notquitealive:

theorangeone:

EVERY TIME.

BAT MAY NAKAHIGAAAA.

 YUN NGA EH. =)))) May blur pa talaga.

do you really need a stupid application on facebook to know who you are? and do you really believe their generic answers?

HOLY SHIT! i can’t believe i’ve only tried to listen to them now. better late than never, i guess.

“nobody likes me. maybe if i cry.”

Some mornings I just feel like I wanna “block user” everyone from my life.

i love this song so much. for a while i forgot about it, but i was reminded again today.

how far will i go for a dream i’m really passionate about? i don’t know. sometimes i feel like i’m a coward.

i am a big question mark.

i have a fucked up mind. like, it’s all shit in my head.