Ok
I know you don’t like me, but don’t worry the feeling is mutual. I smile and wave at you when we see each other because someone important to me considers you as a friend. I told you the truth and became a good friend, but you chose to hate me, like it’s my fault that your boyfriend is a lying, cheating, self-absorbed d*ck. So I’ll just keep on waving and smiling, and you may keep on secretly hating me (which is useless since I can read through your empty head), and move on and pretend like nothing’s going on. That would be fine, it’ll all be on you anyway in the end. But when the time comes, I would gladly drop you as my so-called “Friend”.

tonyontheradio:
This is why I commute and take the LRT! Pole standing #itsmorefuninthephilippines (Taken with instagram)

You made me feel like a natural woman.
—Simone

Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to understand what your heart used to be. I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape.
—Charles Dickens (via
thresca)

Don’t cry over anything that can’t cry over you
—Apartment Therapy (via
falloutof)
Ya, therapy.

One resolution I have made, and try always to keep, is this: To rise above the little things.
—John Burroughs (via
yearslater)
I feel so down. It’s like all the hopes inside me had been crushed instantly. I feel really sad and hopeless, and I’m in that point in my life where I don’t know what to do anymore, or how to go on, or start over. No hope is tangible anymore, and nothing in my future is certain, and I feel like I don’t have anything to look forward to anymore. People you love, and your dreams, go away in an instant, and you just get scared every single day, until you learn how to ignore. Unfortunately, it’s one of those days for me, where I’m reminded how temporary everything is, and I just can’t stress enough how scary everything is for me right now. I just feel so afraid.
FML
That point in your life where you just want to shoot yourself in the head.
Can’t explain how much I want to get to this part of my life…

venetians:
(par stefanyalves)
I’ve always pictured myself having breakfast in front of a well-loved piano as an old lady, white haired and all, beside a very loving husband.