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 even procrastinate things i actually want to do
Lisa Simpson has been my hero since 1990
This is, and forever will be, the matter.
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.
|—||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.
|—||Conor Oberst (via eloquia)|