F*CKING OPEN YOUR EYES ALREADY!?@#


(via brutalgeneration)

Where to go?

I miss you. Where else can I say it but here? I miss you. I miss you. I miss you. I want to cheer for you when you’re happy. I want to know why and make you feel better when you’re upset. I think of you whenever I see scallions in my soup, volkswagens, hotpot, and chocolates… whenever I’m at a hair salon. Each status message reminds me of what I loved about you.. if only you’d tell me why I wasn’t even worth a “good-bye.” You are among the most awesome people I’ve ever met.

The thought of calling you terrifies me. I miss you!

4mbivalent:

_/I_ (by Roc Canals)

4mbivalent:

_/I_ (by Roc Canals)

(via sarc4smo)

Standards

Someone told me today that I have pretty high standards for people… as a joke. He is the second person to tell me that. Although he meant it as a joke, it is the truth. I expect the President and Vice President for a sporting team to have sportsmanship. I expect my friends to know where my boundaries are. I expect people to know what they want in life. 

However, it doesn’t mean I’ll treat you differently if you don’t. If you come up to me showing off your screenshots of your textbook on your phone that you plan to cheat with, I’ll accept it. (I know I won’t be able to convince you to do otherwise.) If you finally defeat your teammate in a fencing match and you start screaming and cheering from the top of your lungs, I’ll feel terribly bad for your teammate… but I’ll accept it. (I know I won’t be able to convince you to do otherwise.) If you insist on pursuing a career in which you know you’d be unhappy with just because of its high-paying salary, I’ll accept it. (I know I won’t be able to convince you to do otherwise.) As long as you know what you’re getting into, I would not push my ideals on you. 

I’ll tell you not to cheat. I’ll tell you to be considerate. I’ll tell you that you deserve better. But in the end of the day, unless it affects me directly… unless you ask me to cheat with you/cheer with you/pursue the career with you or unless you start calling me names because I disagree with you, I’ll try not to pull my hair out and slap you in the face. 

the moment when something you once found intriguing and ever so amusing becomes an obsession.

valete-farewell:

(by Cristina Viscu)

valete-farewell:

(by Cristina Viscu)

(Source: , via andwhispers)

cheershaveagreatnight:

(by 每日你與宇宙的光 忘了我吧)

cheershaveagreatnight:

(by 每日你與宇宙的光 忘了我吧)

(via taste-bud)

囉囉攣

Is it weird? Are we together? Are we not? Did you purposely not answer my call? Did you not?

All I know is that you love me and that I cannot do anything without hearing your voice.

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