Tomorrow, all will be beautiful.

FYI: Most of the pictures here are taken from another source, if I happen to miss out some credits, do understand.

I decided to post here cause I’m pretty lazy to get a blog. Well, I don’t usually talk about my feelings on tumblr, but I guess I really need a site to cry things out.

You know what’s disappointing in my life ? A huge chunk of it, friends, guys, well at least family is more comforting. Friends has never been an awesome part of my life, mostly the unhappiness. People can say that I’m expecting too much from my friends, they can say that I do have a lot of good friends who are there for me and so on. But what do they really know about my life, what I’m going through. All they know is what they think they know. I wish they can shut the fuck up and prove to me who are my true friends. But I guess everyone is too interested in their own stuffs than caring about my life. Human nature.

I hate it when I don’t take the initiative, no one would. I was never anyone priority, never anyone’s interests. I talk to someone today and they can forget all about me tomorrow. It’s like I have to keep trying to remind them of my existence and hoping one day they will finally remember it. I hate that I’m always the one caring when no one bothers, I hate that my life is sad because of them yet their life is happy without of me. If this is something that gonna happen all my life. I think it’s time to stop giving a fuck, stop wasting my time and effort, stop bringing hurt to myself and start living without these people.

Middle Finger to the


  • The jerks who broke my heart.
  • The bitches who talked shit behind my back.
  • The unworthy so called friends who betrayed my trust.
  • The ones who gave up and just found it easier to walk away.
  • The heartless people who left without a word of reason.
  • The assholes who give off mixed signals just to lead me on.
  • The users who just need me when they want something.

(Source: unknown-one)

I think I’m unattractive.

April’s Fools.

(Source: psychopathiclover)

(Source: lifeofthep4rty)

Have you ever wanted to believe in something so badly, but you just couldn’t ignore the voice in the back of your mind saying, “it’s not true”? bel

I want to believe that dance is in me.

(Source: poeticheartache)

lifeliveson:

photographer; ash

(Source: mind-state)

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