See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot...– Sylvia Plath (via loveyourchaos)
And I have one of those very loud, stupid laughs. I mean if I ever sat behind...– J.D. Salinger (via moldavia)
mrnaval replied to your post: People ask me if I’m okay. I say I am, because they expect that; I’m too tired to explain anything to anyone who wouldn’t even understand. I have trouble handling change too. I always forget to get it from the cashier and I have a bad habit of not putting coins where they belong c: Changenaaaaaaa. Nakakainis. :)) kaya kita mahal eh. He he.
People ask me if I’m okay. I say I am, because...
I spent the day with two of my lovely friends, Timmy and Anna (Nanny). We had lunch in Glorietta, chilled in Powerbooks and walked to CSA. Here comes the part where I over-analyze and vent without paying attention to how I write, at least for now. Whenever I’d encounter the word “nostalgia,” I wouldn’t even start analyzing it, much less pay attention to it. But now it’s completely different....
Never make a girl wait.
But life is a battle: may we all be enabled to fight it well!– Charlotte Brontë (via kari-shma)