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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, 27 March, 2011


this is pretty. (:


duh! thats why i wanna go dance dance like its the last last night of my life. ):


but sometimes, when they grow up, its too late.

It made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don’t want to lose someone, even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.

Sometimes it’s easier to say you don’t care instead of trying to explain every reason you do.
no wonder. sighs.

You know what sucks about falling for a guy you know you’re not right for? You fall anyway because you think he might turn out to be different.

— Another Cinderella Story
so true, it sucks.


I’m mad at myself, not you. I’m mad for making you a huge part of my life, wasting my time on you, depending on you, thinking about you, wishing for you, dreaming of you, changing for you, and most of all, I’m mad at myself for not hating you when I know that I should.
im passed being mad. at least i hope i am.


Relationships are worth fighting for. But not if you’re the only one fighting.
not when we're fighting against each other. its not fair to say im the only one fighting cos i know you put in effort too but we're just fighting for different things.