This is my third time having a dream about taking pictures with Armin.. But in this case I had an opportunity to talk to him face to face. For some reason I just didn’t know what to say. All I could think of was introducing myself and tell him that I’m in love with his songs. I can’t really ask him how he’s been doing and what he does in life since I somewhat already know most about him. Then I realized no matter how much I love his artwork and reblog hundreds of pictures of him on my blog, there is actually nothing really to talk about with the person I’m fan-girling.

sorry im poor i cant afford to pay attention

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How can I draw a smile on a sad face, pretend to be a part of the group when I don’t belong there, take the hard road in college and just hope I will do well when my previous academic record is not good enough, and hold my tears when they are in need to be shed? 

I have two exams this Wednesday and an essay due by Friday.. Plus the final exams are coming in a week. I know it was such a bad timing to go on a road trip with my best friend to see my other best friend in UCSB, but I don’t regret sacrificing my time to had moments like these. 

Ever since the first year of high school, there were so many things that I have done that I should not have done. I was always ashamed of those acts and on the other side, I was afraid of losing my close friends if I told them about those things. So even though they were my “best” friends, I never had guts to open up and share my deep secrets and feelings. I was too scared and didn’t know how to even approach to these kinds of subjects in the first place. Eventually, many years passed by and those secrets were just kept to myself. I internally struggled since I always felt like I was hiding the “real” me from them. But once we graduated high school and entered college, I thought maybe we all grew up a little more, had a wider perspectives of life, and bigger understanding of each other. So when I spontaneously brought up to my best friend how we should visit the other one, the first thought that came across my head was that this is a perfect way to confess all my untold stories. I was still nervous, but at least I was ready this time. At the end of the night, we all shared the darkest secrets of ourselves that we never really knew. We cried at our stories and also laughed how stupid we were to not share these kind of thing when we called each other best friends for the longest time.

But one thing that I surely felt from this trip was that it truly brought us so much closer… and I can’t explain how good it feels.

twatsmussen:

ohsnapitsnik:

sherlockey-werlockey-stuff:

IS NEMO GOING TO BE A SASSY REBELLIOUS TEENAGER

“no dad you don’t understand me”

nemo

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To all those inconsiderate customers assholes that come in five minutes before store closes down, order a fuckload of shits, and leave crumbs all over the place…….