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Hey, I'm Justin. I'm 19 and I've been a Paxon School for Advanced Studies alumni ever since June 6, 2011. I've completed the International Baccalaureate programme. I'm Filipino, and I play the guitar and uke like every body else. Oh yeah, I currently reside in Florida.
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Never have I hated these three words so much in my entire life. Couples are annoying in general. Yeah this is hatred spawning from jealousy, but who can blame me? I’m just a miserable, single mess.
Man. This sucks.
“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
— Charles Bukowski (via loveyourchaos)
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“It is your right to be happy and yet you create your own unhappiness by wanting things. Wanting is the source of perpetual restlessness. If you do not get the thing you wanted, you are disappointed. And if you get, you want more and more of it and become unhappy.”
— Meher Baba (via wethinkwedream)
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Sitting on the floor of this room. I’m looking at it, and if you had eyes, you’d be looking at me, too. You know my intentions, and you’re not so sure I’m gonna go through with it. You’re cold. You can’t move, so I move your body for you. I press you against my skin.
Relief. Tears. Reunion.
I swear, it’s people like you that make me want to cut myself again. Thanks for being the best brother a guy can ask for.
edit: I didn’t do it. This is just what happened in my fucked up mind.
I’m sorry I haven’t been active at ALL on tumblr. My router is slow, and it makes going on tumblr, and the internet in general, a pain in the butt. After I pay for my college expenses, I’ll buy a better router, and I’ll be off on my way to blogging my life away. Please bare with me.
“You’re a catch! I don’t see how anyone wouldn’t like you! It’ll be alright,pal.”
All I can do it smile. That last word is all I am to people. I’m a pal, a friend, a brother, a best friend, a “twinsie”, a coworker, or a colleague.
My heart is on my sleeve. I’ve given it to many only to have it dropped on the floor. I’m damaged goods. I’m willing. I’m desperate for love.
I can’t tell you how many tears well up, or fall from my eyes at the thought of knowing no one would like someone like me. &by someone like me, I mean my weight.
Love makes you do crazy things. Craving it makes you do even crazier things.
I just want someone to love me the way I’ve been pouring my heart out, but it seems the feelings are never mutual.
Where ever you are, I hope you come to me soon. I need you. Whoever you are. I’ve grown weak and brittle. I don’t have old bones, but my minds is aging quickly. Time’s running out…
I’ll this under “bullshit”.