September 2010
283 posts
“Hopes are like hair ornaments. Girls want to wear too many of them. When they...”
– Memoirs of a Geisha, Arthur Golden (via fuckyeahliteraryquotes) (via rosechampagnepastel) (via flowersinthecity)
School.
Walking to school: Morning lessons: Break with friends: Realizing we had homework: Guessing the answer to a question and getting it right: Lunch: Hearing a secret about someone: Overhear someone bitching about me: Last lesson: Getting home:
17142.) You make me feel...everything
blogsecret:
You bug me. You make me happy. You make me angry. You make me sad. You make me lonely. You make me feel loved. You make me feel young. You make me feel tired. You make me feel beautiful.
You make me feel all of these….but I wonder if I make you feel anything at all.
fuck lah, story of my life.
