G, 23, Singapore

I am not the same person I used to be. I don't know what you believe, what you think or what you see, but this is a part of me.

P/s: This does not mean I'm giving you all my secrets. You know my name, not my story. There is more to me than you will ever know.

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nothing pisses me off more than the fact that 90% of women’s jeans have non-functioning pockets but baby clothes have proper pockets? what are babies carrying around that i’m not? baby wallets? fuck off


people who dont have read receipts on imessage are the reason why i have trust issues

I hope they ask about me & I hope you tell them you fucked up.

I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed.

- Elena Gilbert  (via froze-by-desire)

First things first, dispose of everything that reminds you of them. The things that they gave you as a token that they are still thinking of you, that things are still going strong. Box it up, throw it out, and if you’re really ready to let go, burn it. Take the photographs of when things were still going good, off of your wall and off of your computer. But most importantly, remove and erase the photographs of when you were happy. Forget about how good you look in their flannel shirt. Cut it up and bring a piece to all of the places that you ever went to together. Leave the memory behind along with shreds, and along with the pain. There is no looking back now.

- "If you want to forget," - Colleen Brown (via mostlyfiction)

Please do not mistake sensitivity for weakness.