I hope when I’m in a trash can I’ll look this cute too. 

katespadeny:

#livecolorfully

dailybunny:

Bunny Doesn’t Mind If His Face Gets Squished As Long As He Gets the Cozy Spot He Wants

Thanks, Aga!

Ah, yes.

Your magnificent smile.

Your beautiful eyes with that insane amount of eyelashes.

The way your eyes make crow’s feet whenever you smile.

Those caterpillars that act as your eyebrows.

Your tousled hair that looks like an unkempt rose bush.

Your velvety voice that makes me feel like a cat who goes crazy for it.

And yeah just about everything about you. :) 

(Source: indiepopstarsnobs)

Of course you’ll forget

No that’s not a typo, my life is fcked

This is how happy I am when I’m with you. :) 

i don’t get myself sometimes, especially when my feelings go bat shit crazy. (and my wrath is thrown upon the nearest victim i.e. my boyfriend) but i’m REALLY thankful that he doesn’t leave me even if i drive him crazy (not in a crazy little thing called love way, but more like crazy stupid love way, well if that makes any sense) i don’t know if its because of my monthly period, my surroundings or because of the things happening to me. /sigh i wasn’t like this before all i had trouble with was my unruly behavior and my out of control temper.

i think i need to read self improvement books again. 

Selca Sundays

I cut my bangs, well its too short (as always) but I can pass it off as a fringe.

I tried out a new hairstyle. Yup, see that two buns on my head that’s supposed to look like a ribbon. Haha.

My favorite place in campus is the cafe inside our library. It’s aptly named The Reader’s Cafe. When I wasn’t busy with school  (i.e. I only had 3 subjects /day), haven’t joined an organization and didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d spend my mornings here killing time or trying to study for my next class (I usually had vacant time in between classes) My favorite drink is their chococcino because I don’t drink coffee. I think their best cake is their Oreo cheesecake it’s nothing special, but for only 65 that’s not so bad. I liked reading self improvement books and other books I come across the library. I wish I still had a lot of time in my hands. I really love our school’s library, I even sleep there sometimes.

Now all I do is school work, looking at my phone, answering texts and doing org stuff. /sigh I just wanna unplug.

Only 5 days into this year and I feel like my stress levels are on maximum. Well it’s partly my fault because I don’t know how to handle it and my usual temper.

But it’s like everything is piling on top of one another.

It’s like I’m playing Tetris at level 20 and the bricks are not in the proper places and the screen is filed with blocks. 

Every single day that I’m not in class I feel dread because I know everything’s going to catch up like a rubber band waiting to (well I hope it’s not at its breaking point yet i.e. me failing a subject because that would mean the death of me because of my Aunt who’s sending me to school who graduated top 10 in her MBA class) contract making that sharp noise and leaving a mark on your skin.

It’s like laundry invading your bedroom floor (although I enjoy doing my laundry because I like the smell of fabric conditioner and it feels like an achievement to me and I also find it therapeutic at times) that you don’t know when and how to start (well you always start with whites but you know that first step of thinking: “hey, I should do my laundry) 

I don’t know what’s the next step.

Mom, I you’ll be okay soon please just one more month. 

This was in my drafts, I don’t remember what its about but it sounds funny so I’ll post it here.

My boyfriend and I are yet to celebrate our first anniversary because there’s really bad weather i.e. a southwest monsoon posing like a storm. Instead, we just wanted to go out today because I needed to by my mom’s medicines. He went to our house to help me with the donations that I was going to give for the flood victims. But, to my surprise he brought with him my favorite food (pancakes!) and a bouquet of roses. He said it was for our anniversary but I’m like hey we’re just going out. 

I don’t know if my head hurts or if I lack sleep that’s why my head hurts. I can still function and it’s at this time that I can usually write (well it’s not decent but the volume is much greater as compared to my un-sleep-deprived status) I remember even if I was straight from work I can write a lot of things. Parang ngang may sapi at ayaw tumigil ng mga kamay ko. Which is why I like having this sleep-deprived status.