January 2010
56 posts
I realised I always forget about Wednesday.
how beautiful
it is, if all of us paced ourselves slowly, and learn to appreciate the beautiful things that happen every single day.
Today, I chose to walk home from the bus stop, without any headphones, just by myself. I heard the conversation between a 10 years old brother to his 7 years old sister.. and their conversation kinda touches my heart. How I wish I can return back to those innocent days, when...
Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. Although this is...
– Dear John (via wordsoflove)
OMG, I TRIMMED MY OWN FRINGE!
ecstasydrip:
well idk why but i still smile when i get your messages.