Nothing quite like yours.
There are a lot of things that makes me happy.
Your smile, however, gives me a whole new ecstasy. I am beyond happy when I see your smile. So far, it’s only your smile.
7000.) I wish I was good looking. Then I could whisk you off of your feet and you wouldn’t mind.
(via visceral-)
6978.) I’m in love with someone seven years older than me, but I’m happy.
Perfect images in my head.
At this very minute, second, moment in my life, I absolutely detest ideals. When a situation presents itself in our lifes, we run these images in our already cluttered minds and we create ideals. Scenes in which everything works out perfectly, scenes where even the intolerable phases works out just fine but no, that is not life.
Worst, these perfect little snippets of what things could possibly be like creates hope. Hope, something that isn’t always good, then arouses an action, an action that pursues. An action that pursues and chases after these ideals in our head. This hope gives a false confidence, giving a false assurance of an ideal outcome. Yet this is where the hopelessness in the unknown future comes in. What if it isn’t false afterall? What if, what if it turns out well?
Then we get stuck. Stuck, unknowing of the next appropriate move and even the appropriate thought.
The temptation for the ideal.
We have this in common Dan.
^^^
I THINK I’M IN LOVE
ahah, he’s so right XD
I have no evidence of what I wore when I was young and I’m happy that way.
ya lor!!!
(via padabuscus)
