Almost seventeen. I love books, sundresses & sweaters, hot cocoa, handwritten letters, city lights, car rides and Dane Dehaan.




I’m feeling everything at once and it’s like my heart’s just waiting when I’m at my most vulnerable to explode.

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.

— (via thediaryofayounglady)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

tennants-hair:

hipsterinatardis:

l0rdofthepeasants:

twofingerswhiskey:

ifellforloki:

teenage-dirntbag:

casismyfavoritecolor:

sheepies:

casismyfavoritecolor:

sheepies:

(american voice) hairy padder

is that how we sound omfg

yes

(british voice) ‘arry pouhta 

(australian voice) hay putta

(filipino voice) hari paterr

(canadian voice) hairee pawterr

(arab voice) heerry bootar

(malfoy voice) POTTER!

(dumbledore voice) HARRY DIDJA PUT YA NAME IN DA GOBLET OF FIYAH

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA I CAN’T

escafeism:

She will never be the one to make his day. She will never be the reason behind his smiles. She will never be the one to make his day. She will never be the first person he thinks of and the last person he thinks of. She will never be his first and his priority. She will never be the thoughts in his head. She will never be the beats in his heart. She will never be the butterflies in his tummy. She will never be the sparks in his eyes. She will never be a part of his dreams. She will never be what he wishes for every 11:11. She will never be his idea about love. She will never be his forever. She will never be his princess. She will never be his kryptonite. She will never be the one. Never.

escafeism:

She will never be the one to make his day. She will never be the reason behind his smiles. She will never be the one to make his day. She will never be the first person he thinks of and the last person he thinks of. She will never be his first and his priority. She will never be the thoughts in his head. She will never be the beats in his heart. She will never be the butterflies in his tummy. She will never be the sparks in his eyes. She will never be a part of his dreams. She will never be what he wishes for every 11:11. She will never be his idea about love. She will never be his forever. She will never be his princess. She will never be his kryptonite. She will never be the one. Never.

(Source: she-is-unconscious)

What was I expecting? It’s not like you’ll notice me anyway. I’m only just another face in the crowd stupid enough to actually think I’ve finally caught your attention.

"They said to make him fall in love, I had to make him laugh. But everytime he laughs, I’m the one who falls in love."

ATTN: This is not a love letter

You’ll never be able to read this anyway, so allow me to pour out my heart on this blog post.

You don’t know me. But I wish you did. You don’t know HOW MUCH I wish you did. I don’t mind, though. It’s enough for me to admire you from afar. I tend get so awkward and act stupid when I’m near someone I really like.

First things first, I think your name is really nice. It sounds so fancy that you shouldn’t be settling for a nickname that makes you seem like a thug! (I really just hate your nickname because it reminds me of someone from high school) I’d like call you Laurence, if that’s okay with you. Second, I think you look sooooo freaking good in your uniform that it’s hard NOT to stare. You look like you’re already working in a company! Also, I love the way you dress. Long sleeved polo shirt + black pants = I’m sold. You don’t look like a douche when you dress up (unlike other guys I know) Third, I don’t think you’re stupid like how my friends think you are. The fact that you were part of making the General Assembly happen proves them wrong (you guys did a good job too!) Fourth, I like how you’re quiet all the time. You’re so mysterious that it makes me want to know all of your secrets (but only if you want me to of course. i’m not a creep lol) Fifth, I’m not in any position to say this because I barely know you (and you don’t even know me) but I think you’re a really nice person. I really do.

I’m not hoping that we’ll somehow end up together… Okay maybe I’m hoping just a little bit… but if that doesn’t happen (which I’m highly sure of) I still want to get to know you. Because you’re a cool guy and I want you to be my friend… if not my boyfriend HAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Love, 16-year old Gen

(I’m sorry for any grammatical errors or typographical errors. This is a first draft and I don’t want to edit it because I’m lazy and I still have homework to do)

It’s amazing how things change unknowingly. Everyday you think that things are still the same, but as the days, weeks and months pass, you start to realize things are a whole lot different from before.

I’m so happy right now (and it’s not even because I have a new crush lol) I just feel so genuinely happy that when I think of how happy I am I might start to cry tears of joy (i’m not even exaggerating) I’m so thankful for my new friends; Lee, Shaina, Mielsen, Mitzi, Princess, Shaira, Pam and Janee. They’re the reason why I look forward to going to school everyday (aside from seeing M hehe) I thought college would be scary but I think I can manage ☺️

Thank you, Lord. For everything.

Why do I like guys who are way out of my league?

I keep hoping that my love story would be some kind of blockbuster romantic movie, but let’s face it, no real guy ACTUALLY likes a girl who’s me.