It’s yet another weekend that I’ve spent in the company of my books, my bunny, my bed, and mostly my mother. I just don’t go out, and it’s not for lack of things to go out to (because this is Manila; there’s so much going on). It’s that I don’t appear to have actual friends to go to anything with.
I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.
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| — | Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft (via loveyourchaos) |
I felt I was on fire with the things I could’ve told you. I just assumed you eventually would ask.
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| — | Conor Oberst (via eloquia) |
