She never felt like she belonged anywhere, except for when she was laying on her bed, pretending to be somewhere else.

Former: ecabananabeyb
BSECE║ Bipolar ║12th of August
Nocturnal║Swimmer║Eccedentesiast║Pop Punk

Welcome to my haven
It's been a while but I still feel the same
Welcome :"> <3


But even if I fall in love again, it would never be the same way that I loved you.

  #feels    #qoute    #hugot    #t  

Nakakatanga palang maghintay sa taong hindi naman pala darating. Nangako siya. Umasa ka. Nga nga

  #tagalog    #hugot  
You once asked me
if I ever think about you
and I said yes:
You are what I wake
up to in the morning and
what I dream about at night.
Every hour, every minute,
every second it’s you…
honestly you’ve never left my mind.
(Have I ever left yours?)
  #nyjah huston    #bby    #skateboarding  
I’m becoming more silent these days. I’m speaking less and less in public. But my eyes, god damn, my eyes see everything.

Mahirap magpaalam sa isang taong naging parte na ng buhay mo.

Pero mas mahirap magpaalam sa nanay mo. Lalo na kapag galit ito. XD

I like the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it’s hollow, when ceilings are harder and farther away. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so – this has always been my dream – so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while children sleep.
Dave Eggers, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius (via ding-ang-bato)
One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’
Unknown, Humans of New York (via vehlevet)

And if “Forever” does not exist,
I’ll be searching for synonyms.
And if “Ending” is still what they can’t resist,
I’ll be creating a new word to reach our dreams

It’s always nice to have someone in your life who can make you smile even when they’re not around.
I’ll give you someone to love but fall in love with Me first.
God (via buhaybabae)
I texted you, you didn’t text me back. I feel stupid.

Sometimes we get sad about things and we don’t like to tell other people that we are sad about them. We like to keep it a secret. Or sometimes, we are sad but we really don’t know why we are sad, so we say we aren’t sad but we really are.

Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via ding-ang-bato)

Suggest theme po please?