January 2010
20 posts
“I don’t want to lose your face. I don’t want to wake up one day and...”
“And I wonder to myself… Who were you, where are you? Were you ever here at...”
talk about random
It doesn’t matter if someone shouts my name. Just as long as it’s you. It doesn’t matter when or where or why you see me. Just that you always do. It doesn’t matter how you even found out. Just that you now knew. It doesn’t matter if the world is against us Just that what we have is true. So baby, tell me now, doesn’t it matter that I’m with you?
Reblog if you're a PROUD FILIPINA/FILIPINO :)
intoxicatedbyyou:
merylonit:
ilovekidrauhl:
keianne16:
proud Filipina here !
same here. :D
There's always going to be those 4 different guys...
shuffledkisses:
happified:
fckerface:michievous:bella-innout:asdfmichelle:smilejustforyou:danellarawr:kristinnee:xmyyy:
guy #1: your best friend. he’s there for you, always. he would never let you down, cares about you, comforts you when you’re down, protects you when you’re put down. he would never betray you. keep him. guy #2: the player. you can’t help but to fall for him. he seems to do...
My bestfriend’s insane. Or maybe it’s me. Better yet, it’s the both of us. Still, she talked me in this. She can talk me in just about anything.
(And bes, take this as my token of gratitude. This is huge, considering I was never really good at thanking or apologizing to or pleading people. So yeah. Congratulations to you for this.)