True love never dies. True love didto. Hahaha
Smile like you’ve never been hurt before. :)
Ka chat iyang KOREANO. HAHAHAHAHA
"Let’s take a picture of our feet!" she yelled as she ran to the corner of the Kamagong tree.
"I still don’t get it why we always do this," I frowned. I held my breath as I was catching up with her. Damn lungs.
"You see, it’s our journey. To track all the places we had been," she said. She was prepping her shoes.
I smirked. Pathetic but cute, I thought.
I didn’t realize up until now what was all that for.
It was actually us. How close, and eventually, how far we fell apart.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
— Jodi Picoult (via lovequotebook
I wonder if your chest ever aches at the sound of my name the same way mine does whenever I hear yours.
— (via the-psycho-cutie
Pasayloa. HAHAHAHA basta naay dimples feel nako soulmate na dayn mi
BWAHAHAHAHA #CJ #ChristianneJose<3
I’m not proud of the scars that I’ve made, but they remind me of what needs to change.
— Since October (Life, Scars, Apologies)