sabak sleeveless kahit di pa nagshashave

ellangster:

Whatever happens, no matter how much liter of tears you cried tonight, no matter how you wanted to sleep for the rest of your life just to escape the tons of problems that keep coming, no matter how the world seems to be so unfair to you, whatever happens just remember; Everything is going be okay.

Then take a deep breath.

Whatever happens, no matter how much liter of tears you cried tonight, no matter how you wanted to sleep for the rest of your life just to escape the tons of problems that keep coming, no matter how the world seems to be so unfair to you, whatever happens just remember; Everything is going be okay.

Then take a deep breath.

Two down, last one to go!! Loving my nose..line. 💔

ellangster:

yesh no filter oily face all the way

Mom questioned what’s inside tumblr. Or what people specifically do inside this blogging site. Why does logging here seems to be a must. She asked me how people who don’t see each other can establish friendship just through messages. And how sure am I that people here are trustworthy to tell secrets with.

I can’t put into words the reasons tho. That they won’t see unless they log in here, got to have friends without pretending, with just being yourself. Or unless you stay scrolling here when you’re sad and realize you’re not alone and that people feel the same way you do. And in that, you feel sympathy.

I can’t really explain why. But then again I know mom was right, there’s more to real life than tumblr— an escape through web.

He;

He may be serious. Or look like a joyless person. He may talk about things that people rarely talk about. He may be that guy who’s too hard to approach. But believe me, he’s extra ordinary. He has uniqueness in his very own way. And I find it very important. That this serious anti-fun guy may eventually crack jokes in the middle of your conversation. And laugh with you. He’ll ride on your pranks. He’ll tease you back. And you’ll just tell yourself that he’s not the kind of guy you first thought he was.

It was pleasing, even for a short time.

I was sitting on a wooden chair. You sit, facing me. You lift your hands as they reach my chin. I feel the warmth of every fingers touching my skin. I’m thankful it doesn’t give me obvious blush. I stare right at your eyes. You stare back. Trying my best to contain the uncomfortable feeling that enter my nerves. It was pleasing, even for a short time.

y so cute? xx
Anonymous

y so sweat? ay sweet pala thanks mwa xx