Ah, this poem. always gets me.
Peyton: Hey. Think maybe Whitey will let you out of practice early so we can catch a movie?
Lucas: What are you doing Peyton?
Peyton: Just pretending for a second that we’re still seventeen and nothing’s changed. Would you believe I actually met a girl that lives vicariously through us? At least us in the book.
Lucas: Sure I do. It was a great story to be a part of but it also took place a long time ago.
Peyton: I know. I didn’t come here to rehash the past. I was reminded today in a roundabout way that the most perfect act of love is sacrifice. It’s what Keith did for Karen; burying his feelings for her for all those years so he could be a good friend. I love you Lucas. And I think I have since the first moment we locked eyes and it is going to suck but if what you want is for me to let go then I’m gonna do it. Be happy Luke. I want that with all my heart.
(via gracedisgrace)
I must be doing something wrong
from Explodingdog.com
There’s a difference between trying to reach the top by climbing and finding ways to fly. I remember my favorite book, Hope for the Butterflies.
Minsan tinatanong ko sa sarili ko kung posible bang magmahal ng walang hinihintay na kapalit. Siya ang kasagutan sa tanong na iyon. Posible ang magmahal ng tunay. Posible ang lahat ng bagay. Basta maniwala ka lang ka lang. Basta maging responsable ka lang. Happy Birthday, Mom. Walang araw na lumipas nang hindi ako nagpasalamat sa Panginoon na ikaw ang naging ina namin. I love you. :)
For Some Reason, I Thought You’d Catch Me…
Explodingdog at the Daily Dot
Well, this is tragic. I mean, how could the dinosaur think that the person can actually catch it? Maybe the dino needs someone bigger or someone who’d actually risk getting crushed as long as the promise of “being caught” is fulfilled?
We don’t need parachutes. We just need to take risks.
cuuute. haha i’ll do this on your next baby ate @kathyroses :D
(Source: blogtard, via gracedisgrace)
(Source: brienneoftarth, via fuckyeahgameofthrones)
1st Year highlights #2
- Reciting Subject-Verb-Agreement.
- Prof: What kind of noun is Light?
- Me: *clueless* (listening to whispers of classmates)
- Classmates: (whispering) ab.. abs.. abst..
- Me: (get's a clue) Ma'am ABSOLUTE NOUN!
- Prof: ABSOLUTE NOUN??! IS THERE SUCH A THING AS ABSOLUTE NOUN??!
- me: OH, NO ABSTRACT! ABSTRACT! *hides face*