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makemestfu: So relatable blog :)

Tue, 02 Apr 2013 22:49:18 +0700

So relatable blog :)

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Tue, 02 Apr 2013 22:41:31 +0700

Heartbeat

Did we really love?
Or was it just a long war?
At the tangled memories, I smile and I cry
More than any of the good memories with anyone else
I miss the times I spent with you
I want you so I’m stewing in sickness

You are,
So special to me.

I guess this is goodbye

(we died)
I guess this is lingering attachment
It’s a worse sickness than love or obsession
It seemed like you would spread like a bruise and completely disappear
But you’re a deep wound that will grow along with me forever

If you are breathing in my tears,I won’t let them dry
If you’re still squirming in my scar, I won’t let it heal
Even if it hurts, it’s okay if it’s you
Even if they are sad memories, it’s okay if they’re mine

Even if it’s not happiness, even if it is unhappiness
Because it’s a gift you gave me, I thank you
Even though I hate you to death, I thank you
I’m not afraid of loving again and being hurt again
Because no one could hurt me as much as you did
Precious you

If love is measured by how much one was in pain
Then you were a love that I won’t ever have again
Even if it’s in this way, even if I will regret it

Thank you for settling inside of me
Thank you for remaining in me

You are
So special to me.
(First you made my heart beat).

.: lee hi :.

tinyfacts: This Blood Lamp doesn’t look that bloody, but the...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 23:47:54 +0700

tinyfacts:

This Blood Lamp doesn’t look that bloody, but the way you turn it on can be considered gruesome. It only works once, and you need to add of a drop of your blood to activate it! The idea is to stop and think about how badly you need light before you use it. Designer Mike Thompson created the lamp in order to draw attention to how much energy we waste.

Where can i get this thing ?

psych-facts: Ignorant people are more likely to believe they...

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 23:15:23 +0700

psych-facts:

Ignorant people are more likely to believe they are brilliant, while intelligent people are more likely to underestimate themselves!

We are more likely to think we are better than we actually are when we can not be good judges of ourselves. Think of a sport or a craft. The less experienced individual would have fewer opportunities to see or observe the best or what’s really out there in the competitive ring, lack of critical or honest feedback from a coach or mentor, have the self-serving bias, or the need to preserve one’s own self-esteem.

On the contrary, the more experienced person has been through it all and knows what’s actually out there. They know that there are people out there way better than them, they are more likely to have connections to people who can give them honest feedbacks about their performance so they know where they really actually stand.

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gaarrryyy ggaaarryyy <3

Mon, 05 Nov 2012 22:45:11 +0700

gaarrryyy ggaaarryyy <3

Life is full of fake people. Before you decide to judge them, make sure you're not one of them.

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 13:38:41 +0700

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Tue, 30 Oct 2012 12:51:31 +0700

To all you girls that think you’re fat because you’re not a size 0, you’re the beautiful one, it’s society who’s ugly.

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 12:51:23 +0700

- Marilyn Monroe

Rejection doesn't hurt, expectation does. Lying doesn't kill, denial does. Forgetting doesn't heal, forgiving does.

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 12:37:19 +0700

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Tue, 30 Oct 2012 12:19:19 +0700

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Tue, 09 Oct 2012 22:14:51 +0700

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Tue, 09 Oct 2012 22:14:28 +0700

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Tue, 09 Oct 2012 22:02:20 +0700

Were to pool in my small eyes I just wish I could cry for you in...

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 23:04:26 +0700

Were to pool in my small eyes
I just wish I could cry for you in your place.

You, whom I encountered at the lowest point of my life and it pains my heart every time when I hear your cry.
I want to lull you, calm you down, but I’m exhausted. Your face grows too dark to make you laugh.
So I just tuck you in, having let you cry yourself to sleep.
These two frozen hands of mine is your clock.
But rather then myself, it’s your future that has destroyed.
Whenever I see you wake up changed, all I can think is the sad reality that I haven’t grown an inch
I am sorry. I’ve said those words thousands of times, but once again I’m sorry.
The very fact that this low celling is our sky
Makes me your umbrella and rain.

Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Good mornin’.

Oh, even if every tears in the world
Were to pool in my small eyes
I just wish I could cry for you in your place.

Baby I’ll try.
One day I will become your happiness.
Try.
One day I will become the best for you.
Try.
Today may be full of promises but girl I’ll try.
Baby I’ll try.
One day I will give you the world.
Try.
If that can’t be done, I will change the world.
Try.
Today may be full of promises but girl I’ll try.

They say something has changed.They say I’ve changed.They...

Thu, 04 Oct 2012 22:40:31 +0700

They say something has changed.
They say I’ve changed.
They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate.

They say something has changed.
They say I’ve changed.
They tell me somewhere I turned cold, that I used to be so affectionate.
They claim they don’t understand.
They tell me I used to be cheerful but now my eyes and tone of my voice lost its light and admits fear.

Unsure whether it’s because of the painful memory but I go on by emptying my heart.
Lucid hearts are defective products of this world. That’s why I badly want to taint mine.
They tell me that if you love, you start to take after each other; maybe I want to take after you a bit.

Atrocious. Love is atrocious.
You were the very reason I breathe for, but now you’re suffocating me.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it.
More you know, worse you become.

The words I wouldn’t normally get riled up about: “You don’t seem yourself”.
I question, “What is me?” but of course I know only too well.
I can’t bear to look at myself.
Whether I’ve been embraced or have closed my eyes, I just can’t sleep at ease.
I yearn for alcohol, something I usually have hard drinking.
Drunk on anxiety, as the dawn drizzle pours down I stagger through the street
I start to quarrel and my mouth that once used to whisper so many kind words has been tainted by a profanity.
Can’t rest till this small thing becomes a catastrophe.
I lie customarily and harass in the name of ‘Love’

Atrocious. Humans are atrocious.
You were the very reason I breathe for, but now you’re suffocating me.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it.
More you know, worse you become.

Only thing that’s worse than you is,
I, who couldn’t forget you and ended up being tainted.
I, who continues to act cold towards the other people.
Only thing that’s worse than you is,
I, who couldn’t forget you and ended up being tainted.
I, who is cold towards the other people.

Bad, it’s so bad.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
What we call love.
Love is a sickness.
Can I get a witness?
Bad, it’s so bad.
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
What we call love.
Love is a sickness.
Can I get a witness?
Love is a sickness.
Love.

Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only gets worse as you dig deeper.
Love is so bad, bad, bad, bad, bad.
Love only pains as you learn about it

“She Wolf (Falling To Pieces)” A shot in the dark A...

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 14:18:59 +0700

“She Wolf (Falling To Pieces)”

A shot in the dark
A past lost in space
And where do I start
The past and the chase
You hunted me down
Like a wolf, a predator
I felt like a deer in the lights

You loved me and I froze in time
Hungry for that flesh of mine
But I can’t compete with the she-wolf, who has brought me to my knees
What do you see in those yellow eyes?
‘Cause I’m falling to pieces

I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces
I’m falling to pieces
Falling to pieces

Romeo save me i've been feeling so alone, i keep waiting for you but you never come. I got tired of waiting, wondering if you ever coming around.

Mon, 17 Sep 2012 12:38:10 +0700

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Wed, 12 Sep 2012 16:46:04 +0700

I love being single, until I see a happy couple,,,,and think of what I'm missing out on.

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 16:38:57 +0700

I had the biggest crush on this guy, and he didn't even know I existed.

Wed, 12 Sep 2012 16:36:50 +0700