Hi! I’m the girl who is best friends with pen and paper. You’ll often see me sitting in the corner of the room writing stories or poems. I’m the kind of person that sleeps late at night because I can’t put down the book I’m reading. I talk about fictional characters as if they are real people and cried for days when one of them died. I got a very wide imaginative mind that when I’m imagining my characters having a conversation my facial expression went along with how they’re suppose to say their dialogue. I’m an arts and literature student and when I met my classmates in college I don’t felt weird for the first time, I immediately belong because they are all crazy like me. I have an unhealthy obsession with chocolates, books, TV show, movies, musical plays, music, hockey, hockey players (I’m no puck bunny though, I just appreciate looking at good looking guys!!!), Taylor Swift, anime and with the color blue.
One of my favorite past time is spacing out to my own little world but sometimes I can be also too aware of my surroundings, that might sound contradicting to each other but that’s how I operate. Since at the very young age, I am known for abandoning projects or things when I already lost my interest in it. I find it hard to concentrate at listening and doing a task if it bores me. I am perfectly fine with myself and abilities and talents. I might be far from the norms and not even close to the standard of the society but you know what? I love myself for that fact because I’m uniquely just myself not a carbon copy of anyone else. I think it is one of my achievements in life, to never be afraid of just being me, myself and I. I would rather be a nobody than be a somebody that is just like everyone else. I love spending time with my family and friends but at the end of the day I still craved a time for myself. A moment to get lost in my own thoughts and daydream, I guess I’m a loner by nature. I don’t have that many friends but I am fine with that. I am good at judging people’s characters and like to surround myself with optimistic and cheerful people that motivate me to work harder. It is nice to be in the environment where people is so passionate and love what they does.

Dreaming is My Hobby

A nice, personal writing pad for your thoughts 'n stuff

physicalvocalist:

fallen-angel-in-the-tardis:

lembas-and-cram:

concernedresidentofbakerstreet:

rendezvousramen:

addictedtopunsandpizza:

macaronivevo:

jesuschristvevo:

is it data or data

is it route or route

is it caramel or caramel

is it either or either

is it read or read

is it lead or lead

Maybe its Maybelline

I hate how any English speaker knows exactly what’s happening here.

(via sevendemigodsanswerthecall)

wow-suchbree-veryblog:

blvckshogun:

theairtonight:

venus-meanest:

pas-une-ange:

relevant

People love to forget Michael Jackson’s blackness

people love to think that Michael Jackson forgot his blackness

People love to pretend to forget that Michael Jackson’s autopsy results showed that he DID have a skin disease and never “dyed” his skin.

(Source: -intheround, via charlienotbradbury)

gamzee-thehonk-makara:

zidajane777:

Parents repeating themselves

I feel this on a spiritual level.

(via hoppe2bealive)

lit-tra-lee:

theamazonprince:

this is some fucked up stuff

amazing i wish there were more of these

(via hoppe2bealive)

straight-as-a-curly-fry:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

komlin:

livingonmusicals:

ok y’all 

how do i ask a boy out 

roses are red
violets are blue
guess what, my bed
has room for two

OH MY GOD NO

twinkle twinkle little star
we can do it in a car

STOP IT

row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
i can make you scream

I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory

(Source: bearsnbritts, via unwrittenlyrics)

marthemacabre:

heithel:

fannibleh:

uobyugit:

not my family bitch

why am i crying

“Stay away of my territory”

THERE’S THE BANANA GUY

(Source: 4gifs, via unwrittenlyrics)

natsangell4evr:

me digging your grave

My first time on Tumblr, and this was the first gif. As soon as I saw it I knew I was already in to deep.

(Source: napsmear, via unwrittenlyrics)