Perks of being a pineapple
I am an unusual girl; a smart girl, until I fell in love; always smiling and loves to laugh; will try everything to lighten up your day; gives advice, but hardly ever follows my own; tries to see the good in everyone.

I am shy at first but I do the stupidest random shit when I get comfortable with someone.

I cried over the loss of something I never had. HOW RIDICULOUS.

I have a heart that has been broken more than once but still keeps hope.

I am a girl who gives second chances, when I shouldn’t; always gives more than she receives.

I am a girl who believes everything happens for a reason; who follows her heart, when her head disagrees.

Beatrize Anne | Marian➡BulSuan
"I guess, I’m not worthy for you."
7 word story. (via juankulangot)
"Goodnight, love.”
“No more goodbyes?”
“Never."
six word story #2, V.I. (via vaguelyinked)
drive thru guy: bye have a nice day
me: bye i love you

foxnewsofficial:

i get so affectionate when i’m sleepy it’s disgusting

jakemalik:

being the last person still laughing too much at a joke is a very big problem in my life

"We met. We kissed. We fell in love. You left."
10 word story (via babaengmagulo)

foxnewsofficial:

i get so affectionate when i’m sleepy it’s disgusting

ghore:

I’m on a new diet called don’t fucking look at me

"I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just sees you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are."
The most beautiful submission ever sent to me from - sadgirlslikebadboys (via thejamesboyle)
"Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head."
Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies (via feellng)
 
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