I don’t know why is it so hard to talk to you.
Perfect day
First of all, it’s June. All my friends know how I adore June and the magical things that always happen in this month. Second, it’s 23rd, and again, my bestie should know very well that 23 is like my magic number. And there’s full moon at that time. Can someone just bring me to some higher places here in Yogyakarta to enjoy this? Or probably, to the beach? So that this day will be perfect. :’)
There are certain things that just stay there, left unsaid. Not because it is better to be unknown — in fact it feels so much worse —, but because I do not have the right to say it. I decided to leave, with the stupid reason as ‘I need to focus on myself’. We both also aware the existence of time-machine still nowhere to be found or created so that I couldn’t take those words back. Well, now who am I to say that I miss you like I’m gonna go crazy? Stupid me.
Let me go home.
Michael Buble
I do. I always do.
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I’m that kind of girl who prefer having a flower on my head rather than pearls on my neck, prefer having a silver cat-shaped ring rather than a diamond, prefer book-gift rather than flowers (Exception in sunflower. It’s my thing.), prefer to have a date in library cafe rather than some fancy restaurants in town, prefer hanging out in the museum and jazz concert than at the mall, and surely prefer a geek with glasses over any other type of guy.
#patpat
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Kamuuuh ngapaiiiiiiiin siiiih :”“”O
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Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore.
Neil Gaiman, Sandman, Volume 9 (via anythingaloud)
