April 2012
The moment when you're on Tumblr and your parent...
The Proper Way to Ask for a Refill.
ohkaters:
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I hate when the routine ends.
Where you talk to certain people for days, weeks, months or maybe years on end then all of a sudden it stops. No matter what the cause was you still feel an empty space in your life. Things don’t feel the same.. You aren’t the same.
Boy: Globe ka ba?
Girl: Bakit? :">
Boy: Patext.
i lose a follower: whatever i'm a fabulous bitch
i don't get notes: whatever i'm a fabulous bitch
i get hate: whatever i'm a fabulous bitch
someone cute didn't follow back: whatever i'm a fabulous bitch
i don't have friends: whatever i'm a fabulous bitch
no one messages me: whatever i'm a fabulous bitch
Have you ever felt?
Like you don’t know what’s going on anymore. Like you don’t care about anything anymore. You’ve lost motivation to do anything. Your mind is set on too many things that you are confused about your feelings, and you can’t explain how you feel either. The feeling of emptiness, and feeling that barely anyone is there for you. Feeling that no one understands you anymore. And it seems like there is...
Fact: whoever has a tumblr, hates this image:
All my friends think I have a life because I'm...
When I start talking about my obsessions:
My parents:
People at school:
My friends:
People on tumblr:
Being an embarrassing motherfucker in public.
