My Lovely Carmina:
Ohmyword you’re getting old. What are we- eighteen, nineteen now? Mymy. So, what can I say about you? Pff, pretty much everything. You have an amazing taste in fashion, tumblr posts, food and drink and oh I don’t know, everything.
And you’ve given me so many rides to school, and to random food adventures, and home, and man, I don’t know what I’d do without you and your generosity. Honestly, you helped keep me up through so much drama and helped me keep going when I was tired and stressed out and everything! You are the closest thing I have to a big sister- you even curl my hair for homecoming when I need it (:
But yeah, I freaking love you, girl. You’re so incredible: smart, beautiful, diligent, warmhearted, generous, and I mean… just wow.
Happy Happy Happy Birthday, m’girl. November 15th will forever hold a significant place in my heart because it is the day that allowed me to have you in my own life. I am so grateful for everything that you have done for me; you are a true friend and I am so lucky that I am bestowed the honor of being in a friendship with you.
:] aww thank youu celene! ily
The True Believer
You’ve been through a lot in your life. Broken and bruised, you still keep going. You tend to hold promises dear to yourself. You would never lie to yourself. You believe in people and you see the true beauty in everything. Family and friends, whether small or big, you keep them close to you; they mean everything to you. You couldn’t bear to break anyone; it would hurt you the most. You don’t believe in happy endings, but you do believe that there is always light to every dark; hope to every lost cause; beauty in the filth; two sides to every story. You believe that no one should be alone; you’ve been through that as well. Congratulations, true believer; keep being honest to yourself and others. Let no one tell you otherwise. You walk a long road, believer… Don’t stop.
Cars are little blood cells; we are oxygen. City is the airway; suburbs appendages.
(via notforthethrill)
One of the toughest parts of life is deciding when to give up or when to try harder.
(via poeticheartache)
