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|I got transferred to section B. I don't like this one bit. I hope still hope to have fun, though.||I like this jerk. I just hope I didn't. Huge mistake, I tell ya.|
Sometimes I feel Penny is very much like at least 50% of tumblr, If not more
C → Christopher Eccleston’s portrayal of the Ninth Doctor
I will never understand what’s not to like about Chris’ Doctor.
I am now turned on. Really. Turned on.
I hated you. No, I think I liked you the moment I saw you. I was just probably got confused by the sudden emotion that overtook me that I mislabeled it as “hatred”. I liked you since 2007. I were a freshman and you were a sophomore. I really liked you back then to the extent that I would do stupid things for you.
For those people who light up and feel happier when they see him/her, for those who fell in love with someone who’ll never feel the same way as you do, for someone who fell in love with someone who doesn’t even know that you exist, for someone who fell in love with someone so close and yet so far, for those people who keeps wanting for the impossible love, and lastly, for those who fell in love with a dream… this mix is for you:
Before you get emotionally invested in me, just know that I’m fucking crazy and I’ll probably say some asshole-ish things and then cry when you get mad at me and I have emotional breakdowns all of the time.
If I ever seem arrogant or anything like that, please know I’m joking 100% I have zero self confidence and I sometimes pretend that I think im dead cool and awesome because I’m actually terrible so it’s mildly funny
Why do I have to conform to this ridiculous standards the society has put up to everyone? Why can’t I just be me with some occasional fuck ups and dents? Why can’t I have a bitchy and overjoyed mood that switches without pattern?
Why can’t I just be me without the judgments?
It’s a cycle. You get attached. He regenerates and a piece of you dies with him. And you get attached again and so on and so forth.
Us humans and our faulty memory: Easily forget the happiness and seldom erase the sorrow; weigh heavier the pain and light as the cotton their joy.
I’d like to think that I have so much potential, so much talent and skill in me, that people often can’t see because my laziness and humility is hindering me from shoving to other people’s faces that I’m just too brilliant for their own good. So, I just sit here and watch the mediocre people swarm by pass me, not letting them know that they just came across the greatest human of them all.
Also, I just want my awesomeness to stay underground. We don’t want them swarming towards me asking for affection now, don’t we? ;)
So much beauty in the world and yet I can’t lay my eyes on them all. That’s just saddening.
there’s nothing scarier than the split second where you lose your balance in the shower and think “oh god they’re going to find me naked”