Here lies my heartfelt doodles..

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fuckyeahjuliancasablancas:

30 Minute Boyfriend - Julian Casablancas

I think you’re pretty
I think you know that
You got a boyfriend
You just forgot him that’s all
For five minutes that’s all
You’re my best friend that’s all
Divide and conquer
Train him to be greedy
Why would the person put the advantage by fair?

Will you become what other people think of you?
I hope you don’t feel lonely when you’re spending time with me your friend

Wish you were here with me
Wish I was there with you
I’m reaching feeling for you
I wanna be up with you again and again

We wait for each other
But we are not lovers
I picked a good time to leave
I think it made you mad
You’re talking about what I’m saying now

Wish you were here with me
Wish I was there with you
If you wanna talk I think we should
But me and where don’t work so good

Will you become what other people think of you?
I hope you’re not too lonely when I’m spending time with my old friend

Subtle indications dribble away which you don’t care about

(via staree)

imonetoughcookie:

thunderpopcola:

This girl followed me, the one who posted the letter I died of.

And this was written on her ‘About Me’ part.

*dies*

(And of course, I followed her too!)

This.is.just.the.sweetest! :x

(via thelovelybones)

Miko and Miguel…. I LOVE.. =)

tsenreys:

neverbeengood:

ahreum:

kayakongmagbasa:

kailangan ko yata ng tulong ni BF.

(by soulscorpio) (via kayakongmagbasa) ‘Wag tanggalin.

buti na lang nakamove on na ko sa Busan, walang masyadong traffic. :)

woah. inspiring.

2665altx:

(via infinitebutterflies)

simple and direct.

“ Holding hands in the hallway. The feeling I got when I got a kiss on the top of my head. Getting yelled at in the hallways by security guards. The cuddling. Hearing “I love you” and even if I could bearly hear it, I knew what he said. Arguing over whose music was better. Being in his arms. Being held. Knowing that someone is thinking about me and cares about me. Being ridden on the pegs because he knows that I hated riding my bike. Sharing watermelon water ices and then stealing all of his. Looking like crap and him still telling me that I looked beautiful. The phone conversations about nothing. Falling asleep in his arms. Knowing that he would kill someone for me. Knowing that he was mine and that no other girl could have him. Laying in the hammock for hours just talking. Arguing over who loves who more. The look in his eyes when he was concerned. Playing with his hair. Him calling me babe or baby. Knowing that I was the only girl that he cared about. Seeing his away message that said he loved me. Having him give me his jacket when I was cold, even if it meant he would be cold. When he would rub his thumb over mine when we’d hold hands. seeing my hair thing on his wrist and knowing what it really meant. knowing that he would be willing to do anything for me. him calling to see what I was doing to see if he could come hang out. having him be willing to ride his bike in the freezing cold just to come see me for a couple hours. Having him show me all the constellations. Laying and looking at the stars together. Knowing that I could talk to him about anything and he would listen. Knowing that only the two of us knew our meaning to “no u-turn”. Wearing his hoodies in school and being able to smell his cologne on them. When he would tell me I meant the world to him and one day we’d get married. Arguing over what we would name our kids. Having him tell me that it didn’t matter if we had sex, but it was up to me if we did. Having him tell me that if we did have sex it would be the first time it actually meant something to him. Having him actually worry about me. Knowing that if we got into a fight he’d still be there for me. Being the couple everyone envied in lunch. Not thinking about if he was out there with some skank because i knew he wouldn’t do that to me. him playing with my hair. waking up to him looking at me. The feeling of his arm around me when we walked into school. The little kisses we would sneak before we got to homeroom. The look in his eye he would get when he thought someone was trying to take me from him. The “love bites” that were just our way of saying I love you. When he would tap me on my nose. Hiding under the blankets so his friends couldn’t see what we were doing. Hearing him tell me it was okay if i didn’t want to do anything while people were there. Hanging out at his house with his family. Going to his grandma’s house and playing with her dog. Playing golf with his little sister, then laughing my ass off when she pegged him dead in his leg with one of the balls. Having him tell me that i was the only female he’d kill for aside from his little sister. Making out in the back of his friends car. Our little inside jokes about “educational” videos and handcuffs. Knowing that i could make him melt if i kissed his one spot. Worrying about if his dad would walk in on us. Spending all day with him if we had a day off. The feeling of security i got when i was with him. Sitting on my deck for two hours trying to figure out something to do. My mom forcing us to play scrabble. Laying in my bed and hearing the things my brother and his girlfriend would say. tickling him like crazy and then having him get me back. Our little fights where i would turn the other way and refuse to look at him. Knowing that whenever i turned away he would always pull me back and tell me he loved me. Hearing him tell me my eyes were the prettiest he’d ever seen. Looking at the marks i left when i bit him and then feeling bad for it. Our little biting fights when we were mad at each other. him trying to teach me to play poker only to give up minutes later and just let me play with the chips. making him watch chick flicks with me and having him get emotional. watching his stupid movies just to make him happy. the drunken phone calls i would get when he went to ocean city. being jealous of him spending time with a different girl. him telling me that he wasn’t like the rest of my exes and that he actually cared about me. Him promising that he would never do what one of my exes did to me. knowing that i could be in the bitchiest mood but he would still want to see me. in lunch when the guys would try to pick me up and he would freak out at them. Making him macaroni and cheese when he would come over. His count downs to our anniversaries. Not being able to give him my puppy dog face because he would make me laugh halfway through it. Him riding me on the pegs all the way to the high school. Him forcing me to watch family guy with him and his best friend. When i would refuse to kiss him and he would pick me up and refuse to put me down until I agreed to kiss him. When he would let me lay my head in his lap in lunch if I was tired. Him worrying that I wasn’t going to put up with his jealousy anymore and just leave him, even though we both knew that would never happen. Most of all knowing that he loved me and that I loved him.

— (via staree)

gtfomom:

Ugh, nostalgia.

reggg:

classics:

amyjowisehart:

Hahah.

reggg:

supermonkey:

coinoperatedcharm:

riopamuspusan:

mariiielle:

heartslove:

IKR.

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