10991.) I follow a lot of teenage girls on tumblr.
Whenever they post something sad I always want to say: It will get better. You will grow out of it. You are indeed beautiful, regardless of who says you aren’t. Boys are just stupid. Girls are just mean. And don’t be so dramatic, honey. It isn’t the end of the world. If only they knew their frontal lobes have a lot of growing left to do.
HIIIIIIII, JUST CAME BACK FRM 3D2N GENTING W BBYBOY AND MY HUNNY BUUNIES.
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We definitely had a blast there. The weather there is mthfucking cold. Now we’re back in Singapore, the things back to x2 esp cigg. Majority of the time they do there is smoke smoke smoke. Geez. Marybrown, shopping, new shoes, snooker, kenny rogers, xiaolongbao, dimsum, outdoor theme park, spaceshot, pirate ship, bumber car, big servings of zichar, safari, digusting crowd, shuffle and jumpstyle all the way, beer, up down, nich break glasses, digusting free breakfast, chewing gum, long bus rides, kaobei auntie, tomyum maggi mee. Home sweet home ^^
10691.) I started to have anxiety attacks over you. You know...the one's where my chest constricts and I can't breathe. Guess its hard to breathe without you.
(via blogsecret)
I know enough about my beloved to know that I love him, to imagine that, as time goes on, I will come to enjoy you even more, become even more of myself in your presence. To my knowledge I add my willingness to embark on the journey of getting to know you, of coming to see you, even so wonderfully more. Swept up by attraction, attention, fantasy, hope, and a certain happy measure of recognition, we agree to come together for the mysterious future, to see where the journey will take us.
I promise to learn to love beyond the level of my instincts and inclinations, to love in foul weather as well as good, In hard times as well as when we are exhilarated by the pleasures of romance.We change because of these promises. We shape ourselves according to them; we live in their midst and live differently because of them. We feel protected because of them. We try some things and resist trying others because, having promised, we feel secure.
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W luv,
I know I’ve been neglecting my tumblr for way too long ): I’m here to thank every single one out there that wished me Happy Birthday. Oh dearies, you guys are mthfucking awesome! And bbygirls that had a horrible French cuisine dinner w me, not forgetting the surprise night picnic you guys planned, drinking night over my crib. That was totally unexpected.
Big 10q to,
Best, Piepie, Yuyu, Sharon, Huichin, Eileen, Angela, Shili, Rachael, Gen, Jehian, Yehao, Heng, Boonchew, Nicholas, Bryan How, Corn, Sihua, Eugene, BuddyMoo, Desmond, Kelvin, Ooi for spending my birthday w me, the balloons, the pressie, my fav birthday cake, picnic food and drinkz!
My bbygirls, Roxanne & Jeannifer for the biggest wishes <:
Not forgetting, my bbyboy for the itouch and spending time w me <3
& all the wishes be it phone calls, textes or fb.
I love y’all.
Don’t go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile. Thats you bbyboy.
So cuteeeeeeeeeeeee.
