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THE LADY
yunshan*//
complain, complain, complain. now who wants to listen?

I NEVER WANNA GROW UP
i never wanna grow up
where the innocence is lost; where troubles complicate by tenfolds

I wish i was a little kid again. I want someone to take care of me. I want someone to clean up my messes and remind me what’s right from wrong. I want to be awed at, even if what I’m doing isn’t that cute. I want to be yelled at before i make the same mistakes again and I want to be held in someone else’s arms while I cry my heart out. I REALLY DO, NEVER WANNA GROW UP.


CREDITS

ME. kynzgerl
CODES. manikka
BRUSHES. 1 2
IMAGES. 1 2
The 2 paper heart: moargh.de
SOURCE. BLOGGER BLOGSKINS IMAGESHACK
Sunday 30 January 2011

i keep having weird nightmares. ): the first two were still fine, cos i only remembered bits and pieces of them after i woke up. but the third one is still very clear in my mind. that giant frog, the escape, the cold waters do they really mean something? that nightmare woke me up at 4.30am and made my temperature drop to 35.6 degrees. ): must be the stupid virus polluting my brain.

Tuesday 18 January 2011



for mummy. ♥

Monday 17 January 2011

When it comes to men that are romantically interested in you, it’s really simple. Just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do. It’s that simple. It’s that easy.

— Randy Pausch
yeah duh

Wednesday 12 January 2011


Sunday 9 January 2011

what the hell. msn is damn gay. blocked all my contacts. just spent like 20minutes unblocking everyone. what a waste of my sleep time. Zzz.

Wednesday 5 January 2011














Love is love, even when you’re not supposed to be together.
— Grey’s Anatomy


If someone can’t stop doing things that you don’t want them to do, it only means that they love those things more than they love you.
i am so damn proud of you quitting smoke. (:

Sunday 2 January 2011

You cant trust somebody who thinks you’re crazy.
PENELOPE CRUZ

Breakups, I’ve heard, are supposed to be just that. Breaks. Hard, clean breaks. No talking, no seeing, no touching … keep your hands to yourself. The relationship is over. Half the people I know move after a huge breakup, and frankly that makes perfect sense to me. You’re not supposed to sleep with the guy who just broke your heart a week ago. Fine. Next time I’m in this situation I’ll cry. Stay in bed and wail. Go to the gym if I can. Call all my friends and burden them with my misery. Sleep too much. Cry some more. See my therapist more often. Get a puppy. Do whatever I have to so eventually I can move on.
GREG BEHRENDT & LIZ TUCCILLO (HE’S JUST NOT THAT INTO YOU, 2004) (next time, i'd keep that in mind.)

At the end of the day, you either focus on what’s tearing you apart, or what’s holding you together.
but what happens what theyre the same thing?

sometimes you just need to be alone. Sometimes, not even your best friend needs to know. Sometimes, you need to put up the walls so you can examine yourself in the peace and quiet. Sometimes the loud sounds need to fade away, leaving only the silence and you; that’s it.
yes, i do.

I’m always torn between wanting to tell my story to everyone to let them know exactly what is in my head and keeping it to myself. The problem is being unhappy and consistently so pushes people away, no matter if they say they’re always there to listen there is only so much even your best friends can listen too. On the otherhand, to pretend everything is fine is to poison yourself from the inside out; it is to ignore who you are and lose yourself. So which is better – to have friends that think you are melodramatic, attention seeking and pessimistic or to drown in your own mind?
how does she understand so well? http://eletheowl.tumblr.com/