Math 2

I don’t get you and you’re making me cry.


Hair of Elay Neal Moses, 25.6.14

I want my hair like this.


Hair of Elay Neal Moses, 25.6.14

I want my hair like this.


i type with no punctuation because i want to write sentences so long that people will run out of breath reading it and suffocate


most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later


it’s time for leo dicaprio to give up on his acting career and open a coffee shop called Leonardo DiCappuccino 

Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
— Charles Bukowski (via dol-ore)
Small Update

Not that a lot of people care, but I’m sorry I haven’t been very active here. Or anywhere online, for that matter. I don’t think I can blame my homeworks. It is the walking to and from classes that exhausts me, reducing me to a small lump under the sheets whenever possible.

I study in the University of the Philippines Los Banos. The campus is great, the academe is terrifying. I am currently having a hard time in regards to my social life. I used to be very good with making friends, but apparently now I am not. I assume it’s because I have a face that tends to make people think I am judging them (when in fact I am not!). My room is comfortable and everything, yet I am not able to sleep alone at night.

See the thing is, I have a 7am class on a Tuesday. My roommate doesn’t. She has no reason to go back to the dorm on Monday night. I, however, have lots. I was pretty confident that I could do it: that I wouldn’t need the company of my roommate.. But the moment my back hit the bed, a lot of scary scenes from different horror movies raced through my head. The panic I felt was ddksdjeieuueriefudhfjdfdjfhdff. GOD.

So there’s that…


Two asexuals sitting in a tree, s-i-t-t-i-n-g