The only thing I hate about reading is I get so attached to the characters. And after I finish the book, that’s it. I will never learn anymore about them or their life or what they ate for breakfast. No matter how many times I reread the book, I will always only know the same amount. And it saddens me. Finishing a book means losing people close to you.
(via oh-yeke)
I am very unhappy thinking about my mother having to work on weekends. And I let her know that.
“Pah awok tu smale kijo sapa pukul berapa?”
I’m 23 and single, for God’s sake.
(via mary-b)
“I wanted to do something big. Now I remember I really did want that.”
“How about getting your work done first before you go save the world?”
I hate Mondays.
"You cannot prove to yourself that you love God by examining your feelings toward Him. They are indefinite and they fluctuate. But just as far as you obey Him, just so far, depend upon it; you love Him. It is not natural to us sinful, ungrateful beings to prefer His pleasure to our own or to follow His way instead of our own way, and nothing, nothing but love of Him can or does make us obedient to Him."
Elizabeth Payson Prentiss (via myheartmemoirs)
(Source: middlenameconfused, via myheartmemoirs)
What happened, My Lord?
How did I come to forget Your love?
What happened, My Lord?
I fell in love.
So embarrassed to publish my posts on love and longing for they are so corny I almost puked.
I have responsibilities now. I can’t be giving in to emotions like a seventeen-year-old. But that is exactly what I’m doing. I’m giving in to my emotions.
How can you be in love and work at the same time? It’s so hard. I guess the missing part is the hardest.
Kirsten Dunst.
Mary Jane was so loved by Peter Parker. Hated Dunst for that. Although sometimes I mistook my own feelings of admiration for jealousy.
