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Bibliophile

buhaybabae:

I’m not scared of being alone but I’m scared of not being with you.

If people ever look down upon you for crying for fictional characters, you should give them a gentle, pitying look and feel bad for them. If they’ve never cried for a fictional character, then they’ve never loved one (and what a joy that is). If they’ve never cried at a book, a movie, a piece of music, then they’ve missed one of the great pleasures life has to offer. Just because fiction does not contain things that are real doesn’t mean it doesn’t contain truth, and we find it through the alchemy of our tears. -Cassandra Clare.

backreader:

I want a boy who would sing to me at random moments. Someone who is more goofy than romantic. A boy who would throw stuffed animals at me when im acting dumb. A guy who would make fun of me just to hear my laugh. He’d play with my hair all the time and surprise with 25 cent rings. Someone who i could lay on a blanket with to count the stars. We’d buy tons of disposable cameras to take the silliest pictures of each other but mostly; someon who would be my bestfriend and would never break my heart. He would just always make me smile …

I’m so hung up with knowing for a fact that I leave people behind, that whenever I meet someone new I keep telling myself, “Do not be nice. Do not get closer. Do not try to know them. Do not be curious about their stories. Do not. You’re going to leave anyway.” And it’s not a nice feeling when all I want to do is stay.

Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I’ve heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind. If that’s what dying is like, I wouldn’t mind that at all.
     — Where She Went by Gayle Forman (via astoryworthreading)

So many books, so little money.
     — every bibliophile at some point in their lives (via parchmentsandquills)

Phoebe ko pupunta kang taemu? Imy. :*

anonymousketeer:

Hindi po. Ngayon yun, diba? 4 pm? 

Yesss. Hindi rin ako eh. :(

iamtheoceanprincess:

You all deserve someone who isn’t embarrassed to love you and tells all their friends about you and saves your selfies, whether they’re good or bad to look at when they miss you and loses sleep to talk to you and tells you how much they love you all the time and i really hope all of you find that one day because you all deserved to be loved

Being lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender is normal. You know what is not normal? Judging them.
     — Em

It fucking sucks when you really miss someone but they don’t even think about you at all. While you’re wondering how they’ve been, they don’t even seem to give a fuck about how you’re doing. They cross your mind every single second, and you don’t even come across theirs. It hurts when they are the only ones you think about, but to them, you’re just another person they know that means nothing to them.

I’m one of those people who likes the little things, like holding hands. It’s so simple and yet so fulfilling. Whether it’s walking around, to driving in the car, or even when you’re laying down together. When your fingers are just interlocked and one of you squeezes a little tighter. Or when they slowly run their thumb up and down the side of your fingers. For something so small and insignificant, it can leave chills throughout your whole body for hours.